Nick Griffiths is a writer on the Radio Times amongst other places, and this is a memoir interspersed with Doctor Who. That sounds a bit strange but it all makes sense. Sort of.
He begins with Jon Pertwee and takes us through his early years and Tom Baker. He misses out ther rest, largely, which is a shame because I basically begin with Peter Davison. And yes, I knew him as Tristan from All Creatures Great and Small too.
But as Griffiths is a little bit older than me, his Doctor Who experiences stop as mine begin largely.
He talks about his nice upbringing, every so often leaping forwards or backwards to bring us a bit of his life as a fan of Doctor Who too. Near the start of his book, he explains that he’s not some kind of complete obsessive, explaining where he stands on the scale. He puts himself in the mild camp, but we later read about some of the collectibles he’s bought, and I rather think he’s a little more obsessive than he lets on.
This is a fun read, and if you too were a child of eighties, then you’re going to recognise a lot. Griffiths is much more into music than I was, so his life isn’t really a parallel to mine, and indeed the book reminds me a great deal of the first volume of Andrew Collins’ memoirs. If you liked that, then you’ll like this.