Re: RIP Terrance Dicks
I quite like a lot of the slow pace in the old stories. Where you could spend 15 seconds panning along a corridor with a slightly comical slow oboe soundtrack before the trademark fedora peeped slowly out from round a corner. Compare that to current 100 mile an hour pace and full orchestra chase music all the time. The only time the pace slows nowadays is to fit in some meaningful heart to heart dialogue which used to take 20 seconds and end with "Ah well, life's like that. Would you like a jelly baby."
Biting the hand that feeds IT
