![]() ![]() As a youngster, it was the adventures and monsters that drew me to the programme, William Hartnell’s Dr was too cold, too brisk for me. Of course there have been favourite incarnations of the Time Lord, everyone has their Doctor. ![]() Like all relationships, there have been gaps… I turned away from the program during the Sylvester McCoy years, renewed my affair with the tragically underused Paul McGann. Life’s triumphs and turmoils, grief, loss and joy have continued on over next fifty years but the Dr has remained a constant. He was our companion throughout our childhood, inspiring my brother to new heights of inspiration to torment me…the ‘cyberman’ hiding in the wardrobe, the imaginative use of my mother’s fur coat to be a Yeti. The first eerie notes of the now familiar theme tune, the curious special effects and we were both hooked. I was eight and my brother was five when my mother plonked us down in front of our wobbly and unreliable telly …black and white only of course. Today I celebrate a fifty year love affair…and like all long term relationships, this one has been an emotional rollercoaster and reflection brings back bittersweet memories. ![]()
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