Never really been into Dr. Who. Although, in 1987, when I was 6 years old, I do remember Dr. Who being must see TV. I must have enjoyed the fact that it was on past my bedtime, it's 'cutting edge' opening titles, space travel shtick, and my secret crush on the Dr.'s sidekick (..shhh!) - it was the best thing on telly at the time ... apart from the Paul Daniels Magic Show (although I think my enjoyment of this was enhanced by the brown sugar sandwiches my Dad made to accompany the watching of the show. As a side note, I'm pretty certain that back in the mid 80s, I was unaware of the existence of such a thing as a wig)
Reason I was thinking about Dr. Who though is that I had a flashback this afternoon of a man who haunted my nightmares when I was growing up.....Patrick Troughton. Connection being that I know he had played a version of Dr. Who back in the 1960's, and back in the day, I must have seen a brief clip of him, that for some reason, managed to tattoo itself to the inside of my skull. I still don't know why he petrified me so much. Vaguely remember my 'night terrors'. Used to imagine him being calm and serene - but underneath it all he was completely unhinged and could go nuts at any moment, start yelling at me, and chase me around garden mazes/dungeons/forests, whilst wearing a black cape.
So yeah, Troughts was my Freddy Krueger.
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