Well as a lasped Doctor Who fan it was with a sense of excitement that I picked up this book. What better way to re-enter the world of Who that with a Pertwee adventure. Alas it was with delight that I finished this daft, indulgent and completely forgettable book. Doctor Who has always demonstrated, at its best, a dry sense of humour. Somebody clearly forgot to tell Paul Magrs. From writing in the deeply annoying Iris, an old biddy who has a constant crush on the Doctor Magrs attempts to beguile us with leaden humour. I want the Doctor to star as the hero not have to put up with a dreadfully one-dimensional 'comic' character, Iris, sharing the stage. If this was not bad enough we have our suspension of disbelief clearly broken by another example of Magrs' arrogrance. He clearly thinks he is witty to have characters introduce the idea that Daleks, amongst others, are not real but are operated by men who step inside the Dalek shell. For anyone who is not an obsessive Who fan and longs for the golden days of Who to return this is a book to avoid. If you remember the dreadful stories that littered the dying days of the BBC tv show then you will appreciate how bad this is. The Seventh Doctor would fully understand how lame and painful a read this proves to be. I've picked up "Doctor Who: Revolution Man" immediately after reading "Verdigris". I need to find some evidence that the Doctor I loved, notable the fourth and fifth incarnations, can still prosper. I just hope "Docto Who: Verdigris" gets lost in the time vortex somewhere!