By Bob Fischer
Published Jan 2010
In early eighties Middlesborough, Daleks were on every street corner… and so were Klingons, Vogons and Crack Imperial Stormtroopers.
At least that’s how it seemed to Bob Fischer – a grubby, wide-eyed eight-year-old growing up in front of the telly. Twenty-five years later, Bob still loves his science fiction and takes off in his Toyota Tardis for a tour of the UK’s cult conventions. From Doctor Who to Discworld, Star Wars to Star Trek, Robin of Sherwood to Red Dwarf, Bob covers them all, combining misty-eyed memories with a terrifying travelogue of terrible, torturous…terror. Or something.
On the way he meets Terry Pratchett, Craig Charles, Dave Prowse, Britt Ekland’s dog and a man who threatens Peter Davison with a lightsabre. In space, nobody can hear you scream. And don’t expect much sympathy in Peterborough either.