That's odd. My wife took s trip to Scotland a few years back and has a picture of herself standing next to a blue police box. She tried to open the doors but couldn't get in. I told her next time to take my Tardis key with her and try it.
I know you're just being humorous, but seriously, that should not be that much of an issue. The prop is primarily fiberglass, anyway, so it should have taken little more effort nor add any weight to had made the surface look like cast cement. Keep in mind, however, the doors should remain looking like wood as that's what they were upon the Mark II boxes upon which the TARDIS is inspired. Sincerely, Bill
Glasgow police boxes were all red up to a certain point, the 1960s I think. As well as the one in the old Museum of Transport which was mentioned above somewhere, there was one remaining red box on Wilson Street in the city. This was restored a few years ago (complete with phone and first aid kit!) and is now blue. I believe its also the only box of the four remaining on the streets in Glasgow that hasn't been turned into a kiosk selling coffee, ice cream or tartan(!). By the way, here is the current modern incarnation of a police box. I walk past it every morning and don't think I've seen it work yet.
Does anyone know how the Doctor got the Tardis back to being blue after The Happiness Patrol? I'd only recently learned of the storyline when I found this thread.
Or it may have simply shrugged it off after awhile. The chameleon circuit still works, but it only changes into blue police boxes regardless of where the TARDIS goes: http://data.whicdn.com/images/35234612/tardis-row_large.jpg
No, he gets the former members of the Happiness Patrol to paint it blue for him (well, they painted it pink in the first place, so...). Ace finishes the work just before they leave.
Yeah, my earlier post got a bit rambly, all the remaining boxes in Glasgow are blue. The one near the cathedral now sells (or did sell) tartan.
Red? Are you insane? Every time the Tardis materializes in a new location, within the first nanosecond of landing, it analyzes its surroundings, calculates a 12-dimensional data map of everything within a 1000-mile radius, and determines which outer shell would blend in best with the environment. And then it disguises itself as a police telephone box from 1963. It’s probably a bit of a fault, actually. I’ve been meaning to check.