I have always hated Doctor Who, mainly because I am terrified of Daleks, but now I find myself wishing that I had a Tardis. Perhaps that programme was on to something after all because I have an urgent need for time travel. Not because I want to avert past alien invasions or because I can’t live without discovering who Jack the Ripper really was. No, I need time travel because I am sick of the current fashion landscape. Continue reading It’s Just Not Rock ‘N’ Roll →