It’s with a heavy heart that I pack 13 years of my life into boxes ready to move on to pastures new. I’ll miss my bohemian loft, having lived in the Northern Quarter since I moved back to England from Amsterdam in 2000. Our landlord failed to extend his lease and so we all knot our spotted hankies and wander off into the wide blue yonder. ‘Change, my dear, and not a moment too soon,’ as The Doctor says while regenerating in a halo of golden light, and emerging with a completely new appearance. I’m thinking of it as regeneration…