Okay kids, this is where it gets complicated. It’s 1985, I’m sixteen years old and the Doctor has just strangled his companion. And that’s when I left. Except for a couple of episodes in the McCoy era I would not watch new Who for almost 20 years. And that’s a shame. There were a couple
Doctor Who Week continues on DaddyElk! The Series 9 premiere is coming this Saturday and to celebrate we're going to be doing all kinds of Who-related content starting with revisiting some old articles written for the 50th anniversary highlighting my take on the 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th & 7th Doctors. In addition to regenerating (see
Doctor Who Week continues on DaddyElk! The Series 9 premiere is coming this Saturday and to celebrate we're going to be doing all kinds of Who-related content starting with revisiting some old articles written for the 50th anniversary highlighting my take on the 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th & 7th Doctors. In addition to regenerating (see
What they say in fandom is that the first Doctor you see, the one who is in place when you first start watching, is your Doctor; the one that all other Doctors are judged by...
It was a Saturday afternoon when I first met the Doctor, completely by accident. There was a Barbeque at my aunt’s house; I was dragged there by my mother. I was the only kid there. All the adults huddled together talking about politics and Carter and taxes and Iran and gas prices. All of which
