Always more rewarding than anticipated, this year's National Eisteddfod has left me both exhilerated and disturbed. Not a bad state of mind, admittedly. Wandering into the BBC Cymru shed (which looked bigger on the outside than in - spooky) the horror of a Welsh-speaking Dalek struck home-
'Dinistrio', it chilled.
I didn't know whether to feel proud or intimidated.
That Tardis is really a snack bar in the Hayes, Cardiff you know. Oh yes, trust me. I'm a doctor.