I’ve just got massively angry. And I don’t do that very often.

 

WCRS, a rather big advertising agency in London with clients such as Sky, BMW and Churchill just tweeted:

 

 

Now, I’m sure they thought this was a nice thing to do. They’d seen pitchslave.com, liked the idea and wanted to send some business his way. But “Like the idea of having a grad work for free?” was completely the wrong thing to say.

 

It’s hard to get into the advertising industry. Lots of very talented people never achieve it because it takes lots of time, effort and, yes, money. The good agencies will pay you at least minimum wage while you’re on placements, but there are many others who only pay expenses or even nothing at all. As the hours are usually long, it’s hard to get another job to actually earn money. Which means a lot of grads have to rely on their parents/partners/friends to help them out, whether that be transport, a place to crash or even food. And don’t get me started on the Job Centre.

 

‘Pitch Slave’ (or Henry Carless to his parents) is completely undermining all those who are trying to get into the industry without the funds to do so. Working for a big advertising agency isn’t like volunteering for a charity, these companies have the money to pay you for the work you do.

 

Graduates should not be seen as free labour.

This is the first in a series of Doctor Who Openings – first chapters/pre-title sequences of Doctor Who stories that I might one day flesh out. Yes, I’ve become a geek who writes fan-fiction.

 

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He bolted down the track as fast as his legs could take him. He couldn’t be sure exactly what he was running from, but since the whole of the village seemed to be running in this direction, he thought it was only polite to do the same.

 

Every fibre in his body was willing him to just glance round and see what was causing all the excitement. Except for his brain. That was telling him to keep looking straight on. His brain was being very clever – it knew that if he turned round just for a second, there was an extremely good chance he would lose his footing and get trampled on by the frightened mob. And just for this once, he listened to his brain.

 

Unfortunately he was far too inquisitive to leave it at that. He needed to know what was happening. So he did what he does best.

 

“Excuse me madam – why are we running?”

 

The old woman looked as if she’d just been asked what colour the sky was.

 

“On account of the big fire-breathing lizard that’s chasing us” she said with no hint of sarcasm in her voice. Almost as if running for your life from a big fire-breathing lizard was a daily occurrence for her.

 

“Oh that’s ok then. Thanks very much for your time.”

 

He turned away from her, trained his sights forward again, closed his eyes and then stopped dead in the middle of the crowd. A noise like a high-speed train roared through both his ears as the rest of the villagers rushed past him, and surprisingly managed to avoid knocking him over.

 

Then the noise stopped.

 

He opened his eyes again and turned round. The village looked completely bare of any life. Apart from said-lizard who just so happened to be advancing straight for him.

 

“Interesting.” He mumbled under his breath.

 

Before he got chance to decide what to do next, he noticed a girl lying seemingly unconscious on the ground between himself and the lizard. It was the kind of situation he thrived on. So without a second thought he ran towards the girl, scooped her up in his arms and headed towards the nearest building.

 

He lay her on the floor and did his best to try and revive her. She could’ve been no more than 18, wearing the same rags as the rest of the villagers. He wasn’t going to just abandon her. Suddenly she coughed her way back into existence.

 

“Are you ok?” He smiled at her.

 

“I’m…fine….I think. Where am I? Who are you?”

 

“No time for that now. We’ve got to get out of here.” Without warning he picked her up again and sped out of the building.

 

The lizard was now almost on top of them. So the girl had no idea what was on her rescuer’s mind when he headed for a big blue box that was directly in the monster’s path. He set her down next to the box and began to fish in his pockets for something. She quickly stood up.

 

“What the heck do you think you are doing?!”

 

“Wait….no….just a sec….it’s ok…..got it!” He proudly showed her the key, unlocked the door in front of them and flung it open.

 

“In you go.”

 

She stood there open-mouthed at the request. But considering a gigantic lizard was about to crush them, she felt she had no choice but to comply. He followed her in and shut the door behind him. The box disappeared with a ghostly whirr, leaving only a cloud of dust behind.

 

“How…what…but….it’s….”

 

“Yes the inside is much bigger than the outside. This is the TARDIS, which stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space. Which basically means I’ve managed to transport us to a different place so that we didn’t get trodden on. Isn’t that lovely? And no, I’m not from around here. Anything else?”

 

The girl was slightly taken aback, but offered out her hand. “I’m Remmila. But you can call me Remi.”

 

The man sat down, out of breath, and brushed back his longish brown hair with his fingers. He looked up at Remi and his mouth stretched out wide into a big cheesy grin. He took her hand firmly and replied “Nice to meet you Remi. I’m The Doctor.”

 
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