Sure he's a loony. He kills at random, quotes Yeats, thinks like an Agatha Christie novel and takes me on holiday to Pompeii. Sure he has a flying mansion in a police box and a screwdriver that can rob a bank. But he's my kind of loony. Best mate I think I'll ever have. Strangest bloke I'll never love. The one guy that both Mum and me have disliked. The other night, we just sat around, watching The Day The Earth Stood Still. What's so scary about alien invasion? Well, as long as they're not those robot Santas, I have no problems with the little green men. Or the tall pasty Gallifreyans either.