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Last weekend when I heard about the death of John Bennett, I immediately reflected on how much I disliked Dr Who. It was a strange but understandable thought. To me John was Mr Saturday Teatime. There wasn’t an Irish League, rugby or hockey result that he didn’t seem to have on the tip of his tongue.
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