I have a new Friday tradition. Every week, at lunchtime I buy a Doctor Who toy (or action figure as some people call them).

This tradition is three weeks old; last week I bought the 5th Doctor - without a decorative vegetable - but this week I’ve bought a Sea Devil (pictured far right). It’s one of the most iconic Doctor Who monsters and yet comes from one of the worst, most dull stories of the era.

But I’m not too fussed. The main appeal for me is the fact these toys are of mosters and character from my own childhood. I’d have loved these toys as a kid - so I suppose that’s why I get to love them now as a grown up. They don’t get played with like toys should; they go on a shelf - likewise I throw away the packaging.

The point is if you collect all eight figures you get parts to assemble a further character - this trick alone has meant I’ve just bought a toy I don’t really care about!

But nevermind. The fact there is a now a Sixth Doctor toy makes it all ok.

all I need now is a three inch penguin….