WAY back in the 1980s my place of work was in London’s buzzy financial district.

Very enjoyable and eye opening.

Early one sunny evening, whilst hurrying to catch my train home to little ol’ Andover, I suddenly came face to face with an unholy mob of aliens.

At the time I knew of a little known short cut from my work place to Waterloo Station and as I rounded the corner of this ancient cobbled street I was confronted by an army of Daleks emerging, threateningly, from under one of the many arches.

A dozen or more were all wobbling towards me and there was no HP sauce bottle or sofa to hide behind. It was me against the Daleks!

It was an awesome sight!

Although I had to stifle a chuckle as to what appeared before me.

I then became aware of a somewhat irate director, with appropriate green visor in place, mega phone in hand together with his associated film crew all waving at me to vacate the area.

Now my train was two minutes from leaving Waterloo and I had a hundred yards to cover so, with a wry grin on my face, it was head down and carry on regardless.

The return of Dr Who on BBC television has prompted this antique memory from within my tortured soul. So, if you see a suited and booted, bowler hatted, briefcase wielding figure in the background, should they show an old episode, it will be me – unless of course, I have been exterm- in-at-ed!

John “Time Lord” Porter, Millway Road, Andover