today a friend of mine said: i macgyvered a radio into the car – and i felt a sudden surge of memory – of afternoons, when i’d get home from school and slouched onto the couch, with a pile of yogurt and chocolate and turn on the tv to watch macgyver save the day – i had almost forgotten, that i had a hero, long before the doctor came along – a hero, whom i loved dearly and fancied rotten – and i must say, even though he has hardly done anything besides being brilliant as macgyver, he has at least aged well and is still looking rather handsome, especially with those stare-at-me intent eyes