Who's day is it

Who'd a thought all those years ago.

When I got special dispensation to go to Willie Morton's house to watch it.

Saturday tea-time.

I can't remember tea.

But I remember the grumpy old man and his flying phone box.

I remember scary stories.

I remember the out-of-this-world music and the psychedelic effect in black and white.

So, 50 years, pretty much as long as I have loved photography (I had my first, plastic, 120 camera for my birthday in October) this wise alien has been keeping us safe from intergalactic baddies.

I can't find my plastic Daleks, so I blip you the first Annual.