That’s right. It’s a great match for the visuals, enhancing their already alien, woozy, dream-like quality. There are still a few VHS copies in the wild but I doubt we’ll ever see another commercial release.

Potentially lost media at this point, but I submit the opening for the “western” version of 1982’s Space Adventure Cobra movie, with the Yello soundtrack.

That’s a nice observation and I like and prefer it. It’s difficult to unpack what we’re expected to take away from an RTD-helmed “season arc” because his finales so often prioritise vibes over story. The Reality War makes less sense the more I think about it, but the series as a whole was terrific.

I assumed newly-created based on those ‘altered’ flashbacks to scenes from previous episodes.

Doctor Who is an autumn evening show, and here I am, every week, peering at it through summer sunshine at 9am.

I don’t know what kind of dreams that thing’s catching, but I sure hope I don’t experience one.

It has significantly lessened, but Exploding Head Syndrome and sleep paralysis were such a frequent part of my 20s and 30s that I’d go through periods of dreading sleep, knowing what was likely to happen. I’ve seen a *lot* of menacing shadow figures looming in the dark.

The only comic that has ever made me sit up straight and shout the two-letter word in this panel: “No!” THAT moment. What a double-page spread.

VERY STRANGE that I just finished watching this guy in a season 6 episode of Medium, having spent that whole time working out that I’d last seen him in a 1980s Columbo.

Pretty sure this has arrived from a parallel universe because there’s no way I wouldn’t have heard about the Arthur Lowe X-Files and read absolutely everything about it. Twice. Just to be sure it’s really real.

It was probably this (if not Transformers) that made me a committed comics reader. I finally recently completed my Marvel UK set, replacing an original fragmented collection so well-read that it was missing covers and held together with sellotape.

This has always been a Christmas film for me after seeing it for (I think) the first time one holiday morning in the early ’90s. It felt hypnotically weird.