The double doors swung open, Murray Gold’s ‘Clara’ theme came on over the speakers, and there was my wife – or rather, soon-to-be wife – looking beautiful in her flowing white dress. This was the start of my Doctor Who-themed wedding. It was subtle, at first. There was the music, the bridesmaids in their TARDIS blue dresses and the ‘Geronimo’ sign that greeted Carrie-Ann (that’s my wife, by the way) as she walked down the aisle.
I wasn’t dressed explicitly as the Doctor (although I was wearing a bow tie, of course). I had walked into Moss Bros a few months prior and accosted an unfortunate sales assistant, telling him of my desire to dress like the Time Lord.
“I’m afraid we don’t do fancy dress, sir,” he replied politely.