Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Who are you
I had an expat moment yesterday. A colleague’s handbag was lying on the desk, surrounded by the things that had fallen out of it. The handbag itself was about an inch across, 8 inches long and 4 deep. Out of it had come a PDA, a large purse, some keys, a lipstick and a cellphone.
“It’s like the Tardis!”
“What?”
“You know, the Tardis – Dr Who.”
“Dr Who?”
“Dr Who. Ah. It’s a TV show – his time machine is an old police box, like a phone box, but inside it’s huge. He’s a Time Lord. He can save the universe with a sonic screwdriver. Oh, never mind.”
Add to my list of things that I miss about the UK: a shared cultural heritage.
“It’s like the Tardis!”
“What?”
“You know, the Tardis – Dr Who.”
“Dr Who?”
“Dr Who. Ah. It’s a TV show – his time machine is an old police box, like a phone box, but inside it’s huge. He’s a Time Lord. He can save the universe with a sonic screwdriver. Oh, never mind.”
Add to my list of things that I miss about the UK: a shared cultural heritage.
