Sylvester McCoy is perched beside the Tron Theatre bar at the end of the day's rehearsals for J.C. Marshall's new play, Plume, in which he plays a man grieving for his son killed in a terrorist attack twenty years before. As McCoy sips on a gin, fellow cast member Finn Den Hertog is expounding on something which appears small from the outside, but once inside is infinitely more expansive. “Now, where have I heard that before?” deadpans McCoy before picking up his gin and his walking stick en route to the theatre's boardroom, which for some reason has had it's full-length table removed. The effect, while no TARDIS, makes its space too seem far larger than it actually is. McCoy's wry little in-joke may refer to how a certain generation of science-fiction geeks know him best for his 1980s stint as Dr Who, but as his role in Plume proves, there's been a working life since playing the iconic Timelord, and there was certainly one before it. While he&
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