I woke up feeling oddly nostalgic this morning. I am three days out from a birthday so perhaps that's where it's coming from...
In going with the nostalgia I started thinking about Doctor Who.
My first whoa moment
with the show was (strangely enough) The Five Doctors
. In fairness I had seen the show before. I saw Jon Pertwee episodes when I was quite young and lived in Seattle (Kirkland, properly). There were a few British imports on TV then, Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased)
although it was called My Partner the Ghost
for some unfathomable reason. There were other shows Space 1999, The Saint, Fawlty Towers, Good Neighbors, Upstairs, Downstairs and The Persuaders
all come to mind. (Hmm lots of ITV shows, they must have had a deal with local stations?)
Later on my family had moved to Minneapolis and friend of mine was always trying to get me to watch the Tom Baker episodes. At that point the show was on daily at 5:30p.m. and was shown serialized in half hour segments. It always seemed like I came in halfway through the stories and I could never quite tell what was going on.
In 1983 this same friend of mine and I were up to our usual shenanigans which more than likely involved copious amounts of alcohol and illicit drugs. We had gotten pulled over on the way to my apartment because his car's (a Starsky and Hutch Ford Grand Torino) air shocks were supposedly a few inches higher in the back than was legal. He had to get a measuring tape out and prove to the officer that the height on the car was in fact completely legal and off we went.
We came in to my apartment and as was the custom, we switched on the TV (presumably to have on MTV as our background music). Except the TV was on channel two (the local PBS station) and a black and white image of William Hartnell
was saying something about "--coming back one day and not being mistaken about his beliefs", and then the stinger opening of the 1983 series started.
As we watched the show I kept wondering what it would be like to run into a younger or older version of of myself? What would I say? Would I be annoyed like they all seemed to be with each other? All the "wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey-ness" really struck my imagination. I was hooked after that. I went back and watched, read and listened to everything I could about the show.
A few years later I got to meet Patrick Troughton
and Colin Baker at the comic book store I worked at. They were promoting The Two Doctors
and touring the US. I gave Mr. Troughton a picture I had drawn of Wendy Padbury and himself (my first DW fanart, I suppose) and he pulled me aside and told me that he received quite a lot of these types of drawings but that I was exceptionally good and should definitely pursue a career in the arts. If the Doctor tells you to do something I suggest you listen.
So, here we are 30 years on. The Five Doctors
still holds a special place in my memory. I suppose Peter Davison was in fact 'my doctor' . Although, to quote the Brigadier, "Wonderful chap. All of them".
If anything my interest in Doctor Who has increased over the years.
I'm wondering how people got into the show? Who was your first Doctor and why did you stay with it?