Welcome one and all (no species excluded from this blog, very 25th century) to the digitised annals of the GCOTL's* newest inductee. Here the mysteries of my race will be laid bare, our adventures made known - our strengths, weaknesses, penchant for adopting quirky aspects of dress from peoples we visit, and frequently terrible sense of direction recorded for the rest of the Universe to see and judge as it sees fit.
The whys and wherefores (your language is very funny - aren't those the same?) of this enterprise will soon be revealed, but for now, the TLOC** has instructed me to put my mode of transport to public vote. So, my tardis will be …
A garden shed?
A Wendy house?
A postbox with invisible door?
I’m not sure that any of these things quite work, or indeed are quite as iconic as the good old blue box of your Earth-fables. But times they are a’ changin’, as I have a vague suspicion one of Earth's "country" singers sang, and a new image is required for a new breed of Time Lord – one without a bowtie, but with excellent taste in shoes.
Answers on a post card, please (I've always wanted to say that).
*Grand Council of Time Lords.
** Time Lord Operations Committee - you'll get used to all the jargon, don't worry!
