The Master summons homicidal Morris Dancers, a Daemon and a gargoyle with a spring in his step to grant him godlike powers, and obviously everything goes wrong.
It’s Space Pocahontas, but with lubed-up wrists, tear-away paper calendars and mud wrestling!
Golden-haired, miracle-bearing cherubs descend from the heavens and no one suspects that they might have a hidden agenda.
Psychiatric treatment of criminals using an alien in a bucket? It’s got to be The Master!
Killer daffodils, a carnivorous armchair and the debut of The Master.
Disco Werewolves, Venusian Karate and yet another Drill-to-The-Centre-of-the-Earth spiel.
More astronaut-cosplaying aliens, palpably inappropriate music, and foreign conspirators from foreign countries
U.N.I.T. can’t decide whether to battle Global Warming, a flesh-eating virus, nuclear holocaust, dinosaurs or planet-usurping man-geckos.
We get space quaffles, the mannequin challenge and some good old-fashioned tentacle porn in Pertwee’s first go as The Third Doctor
Has it been half a century already? I joined über-fans Gina and JD to chat about the con, cosplay, panel talks and The Night/Day of the Doctor.