As the tension mounts over tomorrow's announcement, it's time to finally address the mystery of what the hell Wendy Padbury was doing in what looks like an editing suite with unwound spools of VT in her hot sweaty hands?
With shades of Katy Manning and a broad-minded Dalek springing to mind, many might imagine young Padders sprawled naked amongst unspooled episodes of "The Space Pirates".
Not me, however.
I'm more interested in how in real life such a come-to-bed expression could ever be seen on the face of any self-respecting female when confronted with raw optical media...
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