Yay! The better of the two Cushing films, we say, with grim London-based apocalyptic violence, Ray Brooks and, of course, your very own Bernard Cribbins as the bumbling plod’s bumbling plod. Only bum note: the Daleks’ ship, which some bright spark thought would look more ‘futuristic’ if it was kitted out with all the trappings of a sort of bollocks hovercraft. Mind you, the pepperpots themselves were never masterpieces of slick, streamlined design and they seemed to do OK, so what do we know? We blame the Mods. Art Deco sci-fi we can take (Things to Come and their curlicued mates). The Nuclear Age ‘pointy bra’ aesthetic is admittedly more problematic, but it usually tends to hail from over the pond so we feel we can laugh it off without feeling guilty about contributing to the falling pound. But when a Gaggia machine straight out of the Two I’s coffee bar comes trundling at you demanding to see your driver’s licence, where to look? We shouldn’t be talking like this, we know, the ‘Lekkies being a design classic, a fait accompli long before we were even in a position to audition for the 2001 star child, but we still find ourselves thinking a few more drafts on the old drawing board mightn’t have gone amiss. The fact we have no problem with the aesthetic appearance of the Axons, Scaroth and the Nucleus of the Swarm in no way invalidates everything we’ve just said, nor does it make us look like the fools we secretly suspect we are.