On monday, I wandered out of a meeting with BBC drama, and as usual, got hopelessly lost and ended up in the props warehouse. I've never really subscribed to the 'blokes shouldn't admit when they're lost' thing, because I get lost quite a lot. And once I was in the Arctic Circle, and got lost, but then I turned around and the bus was there, so that was okay.
Anyway, I saw a chap going in roughly the same direction, so I said 'Do you know the way out?' and then I said 'You know, it's funny, I always expect to see the Tardis down here, but I never-'*
And there it was, blue and lovely, and a bit battered, and right in front of me. I'm glad I didn't have a camera, I like the picture in my head. Mmm.... Tardis.
* I know it sounds cheesy, but it really did happen like that.
UPDATE: I have now joined an elite society of bloggers, for lo!
UPDATE 2: Hamilton B reminds me this is not the first time I have been geographically adrift in the presence of a classic bit of Who-ery