I'm rather surprised the BBC ignored my offer to portray the next Time Lord in their forthcoming episodes of Dr Who.
After all, I'm now so old, it feels as though I've lived through several centuries. I also have all the essential clothing to play the Doctor, including a dark blue overcoat and a long knitted scarf - and I can still hand-knot a bow tie.
More importantly, I've been on the flight deck of a genuine Tardis, as a small child.
In my case, the machine - in its earthly shape as a blue police call box - happened to appear on the Southdown Hills in Hampshire in Britain, close to where I had fallen off my trike, suffering minor cuts and bruises.
A kindly Time Lord, disguised as a policeman, assisted me into the Tardis and dressed my wounds with iodine and plasters. I recall the white interior and a first aid box mounted on the wall. There was also a small table occupied by a large black telephone.