Saturday, 14 September 2019


An Autumnal mood poem for the season, using a rondelle as the form.


It was a dying back, those Autumn days
Leaves falling softly, dry and brown
The Green Knight wears a golden crown
Sunsetting earlier, with pink hued rays

Now cider drinking, and harvest praise
Sing, drink, dance: a puritan’s frown
It was a dying back, those Autumn days
Leaves falling softly, dry and brown

Walking the forest track, olden ways
The dryad wearing her golden gown
Time to let go, with one final gaze
On the cusp of Winter, counting down
It was a dying back, those Autumn days

Friday, 13 September 2019

Fort Regent in the 1970s - Part 6

I managed to get hold of this brochure which was printed in 1977. It is both sad and amazing when you see everything the Fort had to offer. Over the next month, I shall be posting extracts from this brochure which shows the incredible diversity of Fort Regent, and an optimism that has been sadly lost along with most of the features described in this brochure.

Fort Regent in the 1970s - Part 6

Feel like taking it easier? Then why not try the astroglide? Only be sure you don't take it too fast the first time round ... you might suddenly find yourself emulating an astronaut.

Don't forget that we keep going right through the evening so if you want to relish the fun of a funfair after dark then were ready and waiting for you.

Of course, we've got lots of things just for the youngsters. You see, the whole concept of Fort Regent had children very much in mind. And so one complete section of the Fort's facilities has been set aside for them.

Ask your Mum if she minds you having a go on the helter skelter. When she says "yes" just climb to the top, sit on the slide and down you go. And not only down but round and round, as well.

While we're on the subject of sliding - how about the giant snake chute? Now, that really is a giant slide. That spotted superserpent stands perpetually poised in a pouncing pose but don't be scared of him - he's very tame and very friendly. He actually likes the younger ones to climb the stairs up along his back, enter the slide high above the ground, and then swoosh down through his throat to emerge from between his gaping jaws into the sunshine. Now, that's just got to be the greatest thrill-slide you'll ever experience.

Sounds just like a wonderland, doesn't it?

Did we say wonderland? We mean Wonderland - the Alice variety. Have you ever considered capering with the ever-scurrying White Rabbit or contemplated dancing alongside that awful Queen of Hearts? Have you ever thought of bouncing the light fantastic with the tea-partying Mad Hatter or the Portly Tweedledum or even the sad little, sleepy little, timid little dormouse?

If you've ever thought of doing any of these things, you can here at Fort Regent. It's Wonderland, alright, a gigantic 40 feet diameter, inflated, leap-around, fall-down-on, bounce- right-up-again, playground.

All your favourite characters from Alice are here on this dreamworld airbed just waiting for youngsters to bounce along with them. No need to climb through any looking-glasses, nor yet to fall slowly down rabbit holes. This is going to be the very important date you won't be late for. All you have to do is to catch the cable car from Snow Hill and ask for a return trip to Alice in Fort Regentland.

Time for a sort of rest. Get behind the wheel of one of our veteran cars for a soothing drive. Demonstrate to all those watching grown- ups how good your driving ability would be if only you were ever given the chance. By the way, these aren't fantasy machines, these are scaled-down vehicles from way back when.

Before you begin to burn up more of your holiday-extra energy have fun on the roundabouts. When you get off, don't forget to ask your Dad all about centrifugal force.

Close at hand is an absolutely real-life log cabin. Yes sir. It's the genuine article, direct from the faraway forests of the Rocky Mountains. It's your own hideaway home that your imagination can set in Indian Territory or in the snows of the Yukon during gold rush time or in the frightening Florida Everglades. Maybe you'll want it to be the home of the Three Bears or even the house of a nasty, chisel-chinned, wart-nosed old witch. Whatever or wherever you decide it is, the cabin is all yours to play with and to play in. Have fun.

Have fun swinging on a car tyre. Have fun clambering over and around the climbing frames. Wiggle through the tyre, hang from the topmost hold of the frame.

And remember when you're doing all these things the chances are that your father wouldn't be able to do any of them.

But after all, it is your adventure playground. Your very own. So don't let him try.

Perhaps you could let your father join you in the Amusement Arcade then you could persuade him to part with a few coins.

You'll find that this is one of the most up-to-date you'll have seen for a long time. No tired woe-begone, pinball machines here. If there is a pinball machine you can be sure it's fit only for pinball wizards. You'll find machines to shoot on, to play football on, to pit your skill against, to demonstrate your delicate touch with. Automatic excitement. Mechanical magic. Chromium-plated compulsive entertainers. You'll have a marvellous time at the Fort Regent funfair.

Wednesday, 11 September 2019

The Digital Future is bright

The Digital Future is bright

Back in April 2016, I wrote on my blog:

The new CEO of Digital Jersey spoke to the Chamber of Commerce at their monthly lunch yesterday, and, having listed to him, I’m more optimistic about Jersey and the digital economy that I was a few months ago.

Tony Moretta was speaking on “Why we need a digital Jersey?” at the Radisson hotel. He found that there is no shortage of ideas, good innovative, creative thinking about IT, but the challenge was in the “follow through”. The ideas were there, but Jersey was slow to embrace change, and often the implementation just did not happen.

Digital Jersey was not just about the organisation of that name, but also about improving matters across the whole island .

Last night I attended the official opening of the new Digital Hub and official launch of the Digital Academy, and it was amazing to see the progress made, and how the implementation was happening.

The hub itself has been extensively revamped from a rather old tired building that looked as if it had been converted from a 1960s office block into a modern, state of the art building.

Tony Moretta, CEO of Digital Jersey, began with a brief talk, accompanied by slides on a pull down screen, and these notes which follow are taken from that presentation.

Any mistakes in transcription from my notes are due solely to me 

There are now six meeting rooms named after “tech titans”, digital pioneers who’ve blazed a trail and shaped all our lives thanks to their genius.

These can be booked online via the Digital Jersey team or via the digital panels on the door, which tell you if the room is busy, and for how long, and at what days and times. The rooms have been named after important figures in the history of computing, so it comes as no great surprise to learn that one has been named after the great Alan Turing. Bill Gates, not surprisingly has a room named after him, as does Tim Berners-Lee, inventor of the World Wide Web. 

Three of the other meeting rooms are named after women – Margaret Hamilton who worked at NASA in the Apollo programme, and can be considered to have been one of the first people to use the term “software engineer” to describe her work, and Hedy Lamarr, probably best known to the public as an actress, and yet who was also an innovative inventor who received the Electronic Frontier Foundation Pioneer Award and was posthumously inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame. And there is also a room named after Professor Dame Wendy Hall, who is a leading figure in the UK today on the development of AI technologies, including on the discussions around AI and ethics.

From 12 desks, which increased to 26 desks, there are now 70 permanent desks (for start-ups), as well as more "hot desk space", so the hub is also well equipped as a place for local start-up business to begin as they start to develop ideas.

The Digital Skills Strategy encompasses a Digital Skills Partnership, linking schools with finance and with Highlands, and is developing skills from Jersey youngsters now and for the future.

Only 18 months ago this structure was being set up, but now it is ready to take off, thanks to funding from the government. This is important because it addresses skills shortages, and a developing digital industry for Jersey’s future. 

Rory Steel has taken on the mantle of Head of Digital Jersey Academy. He is a passionate advocator of tech in education, a Google Certified Trainer and Innovator, and an Apple Distinguished Educator that runs the only Channel Island Apple Regional Training Centre. With a background in maths teaching and IT curriculum, he is well placed to take the lead. 

Many companies have been supportive of the Digital Jersey Project, and also Tony Moretta thanked the politicians who gave stalwart support before and after the election, and secured the necessary funding for Digital Jersey’s future.

Lastly he gave thanks to the Chairman, Frank Walker, who regretted not being able to attend, but who had been extremely supportive of Digital Jersey. 

Senator Lyndon Farnham, who spoke next, said that Digital Jersey was so important to the future of the Island, and not just the economy but also improving the lives of ordinary people.

Funding had been obtained - a significant increase - so that the new Digital Academy could go ahead and there would be benefits in schools, business skills, AI, and all kinds of opportunities. In this respect, 5G was to be embraced, as it puts Jersey on the map, and Digital Jersey can harness that technology in its development of home grown talent on Island.

Monday, 9 September 2019

Brexit Fatigue

“We are totally exhausted listening to Brexit and I think in general the country is very worried about what is going to happen”

In the second series of the excellent 1980s sitcom “Colin’s Sandwich”, starring Mel Smith as Colin Watkins, Colin's dad is dying, in hospital, and takes a long time to die - whilst being unconscious throughout, just hanging on.

This frustration of this hopeless situation is perfectly illustrated by Colin walking up to the hospital bed and thinking to himself "Die Dad! Just die! Kick the bucket, skidaddle, clear off, before they get their hands on you!". He castigates himself for this, just before his mother exclaims "For God's sake, why doesn't he just die!".

That's a symptom of stress and fatigue, and that's what we have now with Brexit.

Sam Knight in “The New Yorker” sums up the situation with Brexit as “Brexit Fatigue”, and Boris Johnson as tapping into the zeitgeist on this:

“The British public, Johnson believes, is sick of the country’s agonizing departure from the European Union and want it over with, deal or no deal. Hang the consequences. Come what may. Do or die. Done. Kaput.”. Crashing out of the E.U.—or at least seeming crazy enough to do it—is a keystone of Johnson’s negotiating strategy with Brussels.”

And people I’ve spoken to – even those who said they didn’t want to leave without a deal, have been worn down by the incessant wrangling over three years. Brexit has become like watching a father hang on and take a long time to die. People just want it to be over. Brexit fatigue has worn down any other strategies.

But that is very dangerous indeed. We have no idea what will come. It could be like driving a car off a cliff. It will certainly be uncharted territory. And people don’t think there will be consequences, or if there are, they think they will be mild.

After all, who can forget “Project Fear”, the term used to denigrate “Remainers” in the Referendum? But if you are going to leave without a deal, you need to plan for that, to be prepared, to have contingency plans.

The Yellowhammer report was a leaked document outlining some of the consequences. It has been kept strictly under wraps because the government doesn’t want people to learn about the consequences until it is too late.

When a doctor who had worked on the medical fall-out of a no-deal Brexit spoke factually about it – and looking at the consequences was in fact a task he had been given by the Government – he was mocked and vilified by Jacob Rees-Mogg, the Leader of the House in the Government. Rees-Mogg has since apologised, but it should never have happened.if the Government had been up front about what they might expect.

They are caught in a trap of their own making. To get businesses and people to plan as best they can for Brexit, they need to show what the consequences will be if they do not, and what must be done to mitigate the problems which will arise. But to do that is to awaken fear of those consequences, and that they don’t want to do.

But unless you plan for what will happen until you renegotiate deals (and from a position of weakness), it would be foolish to go ahead. It is like getting onto a large ship without sufficient lifeboats. And we all know what happened to that one. You may not need the lifeboats after all. But there could be icebergs ahead, hidden just out of sight.

Because “No Deal” is not the end, it’s only the beginning, and instead of being able to get on with other matters, if you think time will be consumed with trying to get deals now is time consuming, costly and tiring, it will be nothing as to the time afterwards when we do actually have to get a deal to keep trading on better than WTO terms.

Maybe Boris should take a leaf out of the Gospel of Luke:

“Suppose one of you wants to build a tower. Won’t you first sit down and estimate the cost to see if you have enough money to complete it? For if you lay the foundation and are not able to finish it, everyone who sees it will ridicule you, saying, ‘This person began to build and wasn’t able to finish.’”

“Or suppose a king is about to go to war against another king. Won’t he first sit down and consider whether he is able with ten thousand men to oppose the one coming against him with twenty thousand? If he is not able, he will send a delegation while the other is still a long way off and will ask for terms of peace.”

Or suppose someone wants a "No Deal" Brexit, wouldn't he estimate the cost of that decision before going ahead with it? Wouldn't he check how much harder it might be to secure deals with the EU after the event?

Saturday, 7 September 2019

Democracy Falls

Jonathan Sumption’s excellent Reith lecture this year just about summed it up:

"There is already plenty of gloomy speculation about how long democracy can last against an adverse economic background without my adding to it. Prophets are usually wrong, but one thing I will prophesy; we will not recognise the end of democracy when it comes, if it does. Advanced democracies are not overthrown, there are no tanks on the street, no sudden catastrophes, no brash dictators or braying mobs, instead, their institutions are imperceptibly drained of everything that once made them democratic. The labels will still be there, but they will no longer describe the contents, the facade will still stand, but there will be nothing behind it, the rhetoric of democracy will be unchanged, but it will be meaningless - and the fault will be ours."

This poem is about that.

Democracy Falls

The words are there, but emptied out
Of all substance, silently, with no shout,
But that of democracy, like dead wood
Inside a hollow trunk, the tree no good
Despite all appearances. Who can tell
How this came about, good intentions
Perverted, and power came at last?
And he could now expel, and outcast
The best, if they stood up to fight;
So easily comes arrogance, such blight!
Democracy: :a derelict building in decay,
The roof leaking, and no place to stay;
Free for all: but it is all an utter sham:
An idol, to worship, bow down, obey;
Stifle conscience lest it should have sway,
And cross the Rubicon, no going back now;
Dissolve the Senate, ignore the Tao:
But beware the Ides of March: on that day:
The Shades of Things to Come will slay

Friday, 6 September 2019

Being appallingly rude: Rees-Mogg and Disraeli

“Disraeli, as we know, was especially good at being rude and, although we have a persistent image of the Victorians as bound by rigid rules of decorum and politeness, their politicians could be appallingly rude in ways that would be ruled out of order today "

-- Jacob Rees-Mogg, in his book, before slouching in the House of Commons in an appallingly disrespectful manner.

And from Boris Johnson, "it's only satire."!!!

A Limerick on Recep Tayyip Erdoğan

“There was a young fellow from Ankara,
Who was a terrific wankerer.
“Till he sowed his wild oats,
With the help of a goat,
But he didn’t even stop to thankera.”

On the Burka

"If you say that it is weird and bullying to expect women to cover their faces, then I totally agree. "I would go further and say that it is absolutely ridiculous that people should choose to go around looking like letter boxes."

On Tony Blair's visit to the Congo

"It is said that the Queen has come to love the Commonwealth, partly because it supplies her with regular cheering crowds of flag-waving piccaninnies...the tribal warriors will all break out in watermelon smiles."

On gay men

"In the Ministry of Sound, the tank-topped bumboys blub into their pils”

“If gay marriage was OK – and I was uncertain on the issue – then I saw no reason in principle why a union should not be consecrated between three men, as well as two men, or indeed three men and a dog.”

Fort Regent in the 1970s - Part 5

I managed to get hold of this brochure which was printed in 1977. It is both sad and amazing when you see everything the Fort had to offer. Over the next month, I shall be posting extracts from this brochure which shows the incredible diversity of Fort Regent, and an optimism that has been sadly lost along with most of the features described in this brochure.

Fort Regent in the 1970s - Part 5

At Fort Regent the Jersey Aquarium invites you to take part in a journey of mystery, marvel and beauty beneath the oceans, lakes and rivers of the world.

Imagine that the Jersey Aquarium is your submarine transport. We can show you what lies under the waves around the Channel Islands - the Kingdom of the Conger. Imagine that you're looking through the submarine's portholes as you peer into the thousands of gallons of brine - now the home of congers, rays and lobster.

Shoals of bream and mullet swim past us completely oblivious of our intrusion into their watery world. Grotesque fish like the rare gurnard and lumpsucker lurk evily amongst the rocks awaiting their morning meal of fresh squid. With a bit of luck you may arrive at feeding time when into the depths will descend one of the Aquarium's divers in an attempt to feed by hand the denizens of the deep.

Nearby can be seen examples of life on the edge of the shore. The enormous tides of the Channel Islands means that these creatures can be under 40 feet of water one moment and just six hours later will be fighting for survival in rock pools only two inches deep. What type of life can take these conditions?

Anemones can. And so can other creatures which look like plants. They have poisonous tentacles which trap and immobilise their unwary prey and then pop it into their so-called mouths at the centre of their heads. Other creatures of the shoreline include slow moving starfish, prawns perpetually primping and preening and crabs crawling along their cleaning and scavenging routes. The now rare and beautiful Jersey sea horse can also be seen feeding on shrimps so tiny they can barely be detected.

For the technically minded you may be interested to know that the Aquarium uses 25,000 gallons of sea water to display the many forms of marine life. The largest display tank is 25 feet long and 10 feet wide and the tank windows are one inch thick to withstand the very great water pressure.

Now on to the tropical fish, dazzling but never garish, brilliant but not discordant. Specially selected for this display, the fish are sometimes grotesquely shaped and even splendidly neon-lit. Rare fish from remote oceans.

Before you depart why not call at the Aquarium souvenir shop and take home a memento of your own fantastic journey.

There is a charge to enter the Jersey Aquarium which is open every day. Welcome aboard.

Surely everyone must know the phrase, "when a man is bored with a fairground he must be bored with life". Well, we certainly don't think you'll be bored with ours. Think back. Do you remember how much of a delight funfairs used to be when you were young - or, at least, younger than you are today? Whatever fairgrounds were - they were fun! And that's how we like to think of our own, our very own, Fort Regent fairground. Brash, noisy, friendly, but above all, fun.

And not only during the day. As night falls and the sky darkens, the fun goes on. Right into the star bespangled evening. And even throughout the evening, during the high season, those cable cars keep right on running.

What have we got to offer? Well, there's the big wheel, for instance. For years they've been the source of pleasurable terror and have come to symbolize funfairs to such an extent that no self-respecting fairground can be without one. Under their transatlantic name of Ferris Wheels they've been the scene stealers in countless movies. However, while we're not expecting film cameras to focus in on your fright we are expecting a few dramatic squeals and wails. However, we don't think you'll be really struck with terror - well , not for long, anyway.

Then there's the dodgem car arena. Have you noticed that they always tell you that the whole point of dodgem cars is the'actual dodging? But dodgem enthusiasts know better than that. At Fort Regent as many as twenty car loads of dodgem lovers can take to the floor at one time.

After the dodgems we hope and pray that you'll be supremely scared and that your spine will be pleasantly chilled on our ghost train. You'll love it. It's horrific. We are confident that you'll find it so frightening that you'll be back for more just as soon as you can. We dare you not to scream at those ghastly apparitions. We challenge you not to shudder at those unknown loathsome things that brush against you. We want your body to recoil in fear, your flesh to creep, your teeth to chatter and your blood to run cold. You'll have a marvellous time. Especially if you take a partner.

You'd better take a partner with you into the mirror maze, as well. It might help you to keep your bearings. But we doubt it. Every- time you look for an exit you'll see only yourself. Down every corridor there's only you. Around every corner is only your own reflection.

Thursday, 5 September 2019

RIP Terrance Dicks

RIP Terrance Dicks

I remember being on holiday in England, in the early 1970s, when my eye was caught by two paperbacks, “Doctor Who and the Auton Invasion” by Terrance Dicks, and “Doctor Who and the Cave Monsters” by Malcolm Hulke.

Previous to this, the only Doctor Who novelisation of stories I had come across were those produced back in the 1960s – an Amada Paperback of “Doctor Who in an Exciting Adventure with the Daleks”, price 2 shillings and 6 pence, and two hardbacks by Frederick Muller, “Dr Who and The Crusaders”, which I picked up cheap at a jumble sale, and “Doctor Who and the Zarbi” which was available in our local library. But these were old books, featuring William Hartnell as the Doctor.

Now, suddenly, there were two modestly priced Target paperbacks, which became my holiday reading for the rest of that holiday. Hulke had been Dicks’ mentor in script writing, and both were well written.

People have said that Dick’s prose was “workmanlike”, and perhaps compared to some writers styles it was, plain, unvarnished, but it was also clear, descriptive, and at its best, like Hulke, he added backstory elements which filled out the background in ways which was not present in the television version.

Sam Seeley moved through Oxley Woods like a rather tubby ghost. Sam was the most expert poacher for miles around, and proud of it. Many a time he’d slipped by within inches of a watching gamekeeper. Soundlessly he moved through the woods, stopping from time to time to check his rabbit traps. He mopped the sweat from his brow as he moved along. No business to be as hot as this, not in October. Worse than a midsummer night it was. Seeley blamed it on those atom bombs. Suddenly a fierce whizzing and hissing filled the air around him. Terrified, Seeley dropped to the ground, muffling his head in his poacher’s sack. The terrifying noise continued. He heard soft thumping sounds, as if heavy objects were burying themselves in the forest earth around him. At last there came silence.

Sam looked up cautiously. Within a few feet of his head the ground was smoking gently. Cautiously Sam reached for a stick and started to scrape away the earth. Within minutes he uncovered the top half of a buried sphere, roughly the size of a football. The sphere was smooth, almost transparent. It pulsed and glowed with an angry green light. It seemed somehow alive. Sam reached out to touch it, then pulled back his hand. The thing was red hot. Hurriedly, Sam replaced the earth over his find and moved away. He’d come back again when it had cooled down, in daylight. He set off for home.

And here’s the bit where Sam returns to the woods to collect the sphere:

With military precision the soldiers had divided the woods into sections, and were methodically combing them, one by one. The woods were thick and dark, the ground between the trees heavily overgrown with gorse and bracken. The search was taking a long time. So far they had found nothing. They certainly hadn’t found Sam Seeley, who slipped through the patrols at will, sometimes passing within a few feet of them.

The sounds of search came nearer. Sam peered through a gap in the bushes and saw a three-man patrol approaching. Two of the soldiers were carrying some kind of mine-detector, while the third, a corporal, was directing their search. Sam grinned to himself. He knew what they were looking for. what’s more, he knew where to find it.

This is full of description, and the character of Sam Seeley, the poacher is brought to life far better than the rather yokel like performance in the television show. It’s not just a plain transcription of what the script said. It draws the reader in.

Incidentally, I put this into a sentence tester. The sentence test shows no passive sentences, and a Flesch Reading Ease of 82.3. The higher the reading score, the easier a piece of text is to read. Scoring between 70 to 80 is equivalent to school grade level 8, meaning text should be fairly easy for the average adult to read. For example, a reading score of 60 to 70 is equivalent to a grade level of 8-9 so a text with this score should be understood by 13 to 15-year-olds.

Dick’s prose, then is easy for teenagers to engage with, and it is that simplicity which led to thousand of youngsters, mostly boys, learning to enjoy reading. I was already a fully fledged bookworm by the time I came across his books, but I have since learned of the many who learned to enjoy reading for the sake of it by reading his books. That’s some achievement.

His prose novelisations did become more tired as time went on, and Kinda, for example, is a very bland, rather non-descriptive writing, lacking depth, losing much of the atmosphere, the bare bones of script turned to prose. And then he had a second wind, and late novelisations like “Inferno”, “The Mind of Evil” and “The Ambassadors of Death” count among his best.

I also was lucky to get “The Making of Doctor Who”, penned by Dicks and his good friend Malcolm Hulke, this featured photos that I’d never seen before, a summary of all the stories to date, and background material on the three doctors and a brief biography of the actors playing them, as well as the current companions and the UNIT team.

It also has a wonderful extract which shows how a story goes from an overview, to a script, to a camera shooting script (explaining the terms) and then to the novelisation, as well as explaining what happens in a TV studio.

The later version had more details on stories, and also the famous quote about the Doctor used in the 50th Anniversary special, that he should always be ““never cruel or cowardly”.

Another series which was of considerable interest was “Moonbase 3”, which I’ve always regarded as an underrated gem. It doesn’t have any of the flashy science fiction elements, but dramatises, with very good scientific plausibility (James Burke was Science Advisor), what it would be like to live and work together in the confined space of a moonbase. It was created by Barry Letts and Terrance Dicks – Letts being the producer on Dr Who during Dick’s time as script editor.

By now I was following end credits – a very geeky thing to do – and noticed that the excellent Classic Serial slot late on Sunday afternoons also had Letts and Dicks after they left Dr Who. Again under his work as script editor, some wonderful serials were produced - The Pickwick Papers, Goodbye Mr. Chips (probably the definitive version, although shamefully never released to DVD), Jane Eyre (another definitive version), Stalky &; Co., Great Expectations.

The Classic Serial slot had suffered in the past from being seen as worthy but dull, but under Letts and Dicks it was a “must watch” television slot on Sundays.

When Barry Letts retired, Dicks took over as Producer for a while, and under his supervision, the Classic slot saw a wonderful production of the Diary of Ann Frank, a brilliant Vanity Fair, David Copperfield, The Franchise Affair, Bratt Farrar and Oliver Twist, taking some more traditional authors such as Dickens and Thackeray, and some modern ones.

For more on that serial at that time see my blog:

As a script editor of Doctor Who, he was part of the team with his close friend Barry Letts which brought it high ratings in the 1970s, and back from the brink of cancellation, and later as a writer of episodes never turned out anything which was not watchable. “Robot”, “Horror of Fang Rock”, “the Five Doctors” and “State of Decay” were all well crafted stories which showed that even under Tom Baker, he could still provide good stories well told.

He also added immeasurably to the “extras” on DVDs with his reminiscences on stories, and lively anecdotes, as well as informative interviews in magazines. With his own modesty he said of his time as script editor:

“My plan was to get the bloody show out, on the air! When people asked me: "What were your aims and ambitions for the show?" I’d say: ‘That the BBC did not have to show the test card at 6pm on Saturday night.’”"

One of the last of the "greats" of Doctor Who has gone. Rest in peace, Terrance.

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