The Power of Doctor Who or The Ultimate Plot Device?
DUSTY OFFICE, UNVARNISHED WOOD AND LOW DUSTY LIGHT. RED TELEPHONE ON DESK. A MAN WRITES, HUNCHED IN THE DARK: “As the man in charge of this room, I, Roddy Cleaner, have decided it valid and with no cause for recompense, to empty the shelves of this warehouse with the aimRead More →
















