I ended up getting completely distracted yesterday afternoon by the impending announcement about the next actor to be cast in the role of Dr Who. I ended up in a texting conversation with the brother-in-law trying to guess the name as we both waited for the announcement to be made.
Ever since I can remember I’ve been mad about Dr Who. The earliest shows I can remember watching were part of that familiar Saturday evening line-up in the seventies…Basil Brush, Star Trek and Dr Who. The doctor was the stand out highlight. I like science fiction but I’m not a complete sci fi nut but with Dr Who it was different.
As a child of my time, I’m very much in the Tom Baker camp when it comes to naming my favourite Dr. It’s very much a matter of age since the series has been running for more than 40 years and the role itself has been played by ten different actors. Matt Smith, the new guy is number 11. Ask someone who their favourite doctor is or was and they’ll invariably mention the actor who played the part in their childhood so for me it’s Tom Baker, but the husband, being a few years older, leans towards John Pertwee. My nephews on the other hand, being eight and nine are firmly in the David Tennant camp, though at least their dad has made sure they’re familiar with the old series as well.
Forgive me if I’m sounding geeky, I’ve been a Dr Who geek long before the current hysteria. It was always the highlight of the week when I was small and I still look forward to the Christmas special with way too much enthusiasm. I might not hide behind the sofa these days but still find it easy to suspend disbelief and get into the adventure.
I can remember visiting friends and acting out our own scenarios. I seem to remember arguing to toss quite heatedly because I never got to play the doctor myself, reluctantly conceding that the doctor had to be a boy (something the show’s producers obviously agree on!). I remember how I cried when the robot dog K9 was retired for the first time to cheer loudly when Tom Baker wheeled in a large cardboard box stamped K-9 mark II.
The one toy I wanted to quite obsessional levels, and never got, was a battery operated K-9 like this one.
Years later, once the show was revived and the husband finally got me a remote control K9 – it quite made my Christmas – even if it had arrived almost thirty years late. For some reason the show had a special place in the imagination that no other science fiction show before or since has ever managed to quite match.
When a friend who was also an avid fan and used to act when he was younger got a part in a show with Patrick Troughton. I was far more jealous that he had got to act with a former Time Lord than over the fact he had a main part in a high profile tv series.
I think my appreciation has changed over the years. Since the new series started I watch it with as much appreciation for the writing as the whole Time Lord mythos. When I was a kid I wanted to be in Dr Who. I wanted to be a companion (once I got my head around the fact I couldn’t be the doctor) and take part in the adventures I watched every Saturday teatime.
These days I’d prefer to write the adventures. I’ve been known to daydream about how the circumstances might come about (once I’d managed to become a best selling author and media darling etc, etc, etc.). Well when you’re sitting in your pajamas in front of a blank page struggling to find the words you need for that first paragraph when the deadline’s far too close and you’re wondering why you ever got yourself into this in the first place, you need the odd carrot!
The idea of actually putting dialogue into the mouths of the doctor and his current companion is ludicrously attractive. To maybe write a classic episode that people remember just as I can still remember episodes that went out in the mid seventies.
But I’ll just have to keep dreaming about that. It’s not as if I’m even a script writer. But you never know. When I was a kid I never really thought I’d be an actual published author. And a person has to have ambitions!
