I’m just finshing up World Games, a 2005 BBC Doctor Who novel by Terrance Dicks.

The book features the Second Doctor during the alleged Season 6b and has him meeting Napoleon and Lord Nelson and Duke Wellington while stopping interference of the timelines.

And it’s heaps of fun.  Yeah it reads like well written fan fiction.  There’s nothing angsty or post modern about the book.  It has the depth of the Thompson Dam (bad Victorian drought joke). 

But, it’s an easy read and damn entertaining.  And when the Raston Warrior showed up I nearly peed my pants in Terrance-related glee.

Oh, and it has a vampire as well, just for good measure.  And it references the Eight Doctors (and so much other Terrance related stuff).

It’s popular to bash Terrance around.  And, yes even I admit that Warmonger is one of the worst books ever written.  And so, for that matter, are the Eight Doctors and Catastrophea.  But we fans have been taking Who so seriously these past couple of years, what with the New Series.  Everything is analysed and judged and evaluated and called the worst story ever or the best story ever or in the case of Love and Monsters both at the same time by the same people in the same sentence.  And we’ve all forgotten how much fun the show is and can be.

Terrance never forgets.  Even when he’s writing rubbish like The Eight Doctors Terrance is having fun.  So go off and read a Terrance Dicks Who book – novelisation or original – and remind yourself how stupid, silly, and rubbish and fun Doctor Who can be.

Did I mention that World Games has a Raston Warrior Robot in it.  HA!