Blink

If you'd have asked me yesterday morning "what's the least likely thing you'd expect to be doing at about 11 o-clock this evening?" I'd have probably said something like "wandering around a deserted Doctor Who exhibition in Leicester... in a dinner jacket."

But, remarkably, that's exactly how I came to take this picture.

The boss wandered into the office yesterday and announced that due to illness there was a last-minute space on a corporate "Thanks for Giving Us All Your Money" formal dinner jolly in Leicester, and anyone who could scrub up at short notice was welcome to fill it. As the only person in the office that owned a DJ, I was a shoo-in.

The venue was the National Space Centre, in Leicester, an inspired choice by the company laying on the do. After a meal amongst giant model planets and Soyuz capsules, we were allowed to wander the centre and play with the exhibits or dance in a disco laid on in the "universe" room.

I remembered a sign I'd seen on the way in, and wandered off away from the main party. Taking a chance with what appeared to be a fire exit, found a brand new exhibit of costumes and props from Doctor Who season 3.

Sometimes owning formal wear really pays off.