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Doctor Who: Radio Free Skaro

Radio Free Skaro #1007 – The One and Only Billy Shears

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We here at Radio Free Skaro Towers pride ourselves on our ability to shoehorn Canadian content into our discussion of a British institution, but prepare yourself for a megaton-level of maple syrup as we welcome fellow Canuck Graeme Burk with a look back at the 20th anniversary of modern Doctor Who and all the surrounding hoopla, broadcast machinery and piracy that surrounded it! Buckle up – it’s the trip of a lifetime!

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As much as I hate being old, I am so grateful that my personal time-stream lined up with Tom Baker's, and that I got to watch him in Doctor Who on Saturday nights in the 1970s.

Yes, today I can stream the same episodes, mega-restored in ultra-high-def whatever, but I'd much rather be watching at my Nan's house, sitting impatiently through the Grandstand teleprinter and Basil Brush's interminable jokes...

Happy Birthday, Tom, and thanks for the wonderful memories.

The 4th Doctor, Tom Baker, poses with a Dalek for a photoshoot. You know, as much as I hate being old, I am so grateful that my personal time-stream lined up with this man's, and that my younger incarnation got to watch him in Doctor Who on Saturday nights back in the day. Of course, today, you can stream those same episodes, mega-restored in ultra-high-def whatever, but honestly, I'd rather be watching at my Nan's house... sitting impatiently through the Grandstand teleprinter and Basil Brush's interminable jokes as I waited to accompany the greatest Time Lord of them all on another thrilling adventure. Oh, and those delicious cliff-hangers endings... You knew it was coming, but when the theme-tune would come crashing in I'd feel it - physically - like I was being hit in the chest by a great tidal wave. I'd surf that wave through the weekend, only to be left washed up at school on a Monday morning and desperate for Saturday to come round again (and, boy, didn't the days just seem to crawl back then - I wish they did now). Tom Baker's Doctor Who wasn't just a television programme, it was the wallpaper that covered the bedroom of my existence... or something... no, forget that, I'm getting a bit carried away now, sorry. However, it really was something truly special, and if you didn't get to experience Doctor Who at its peak then I feel sorry for you. Happy Birthday, Mr Baker. Thanks for the memories.
The 4th Doctor, Tom Baker, poses with a Dalek for a photoshoot. You know, as much as I hate being old, I am so grateful that my personal time-stream lined up with this man's, and that my younger incarnation got to watch him in Doctor Who on Saturday nights back in the day. Of course, today, you can stream those same episodes, mega-restored in ultra-high-def whatever, but honestly, I'd rather be watching at my Nan's house... sitting impatiently through the Grandstand teleprinter and Basil Brush's interminable jokes as I waited to accompany the greatest Time Lord of them all on another thrilling adventure. Oh, and those delicious cliff-hangers endings... You knew it was coming, but when the theme-tune would come crashing in I'd feel it - physically - like I was being hit in the chest by a great tidal wave. I'd surf that wave through the weekend, only to be left washed up at school on a Monday morning and desperate for Saturday to come round again (and, boy, didn't the days just seem to crawl back then - I wish they did now). Tom Baker's Doctor Who wasn't just a television programme, it was the wallpaper that covered the bedroom of my existence... or something... no, forget that, I'm getting a bit carried away now, sorry. However, it really was something truly special, and if you didn't get to experience Doctor Who at its peak then I feel sorry for you. Happy Birthday, Mr Baker. Thanks for the memories.
The 4th Doctor, Tom Baker, poses with a Dalek for a photoshoot. You know, as much as I hate being old, I am so grateful that my personal time-stream lined up with this man's, and that my younger incarnation got to watch him in Doctor Who on Saturday nights back in the day. Of course, today, you can stream those same episodes, mega-restored in ultra-high-def whatever, but honestly, I'd rather be watching at my Nan's house... sitting impatiently through the Grandstand teleprinter and Basil Brush's interminable jokes as I waited to accompany the greatest Time Lord of them all on another thrilling adventure. Oh, and those delicious cliff-hangers endings... You knew it was coming, but when the theme-tune would come crashing in I'd feel it - physically - like I was being hit in the chest by a great tidal wave. I'd surf that wave through the weekend, only to be left washed up at school on a Monday morning and desperate for Saturday to come round again (and, boy, didn't the days just seem to crawl back then - I wish they did now). Tom Baker's Doctor Who wasn't just a television programme, it was the wallpaper that covered the bedroom of my existence... or something... no, forget that, I'm getting a bit carried away now, sorry. However, it really was something truly special, and if you didn't get to experience Doctor Who at its peak then I feel sorry for you. Happy Birthday, Mr Baker. Thanks for the memories.
The 4th Doctor, Tom Baker, poses with a Dalek for a photoshoot. You know, as much as I hate being old, I am so grateful that my personal time-stream lined up with this man's, and that my younger incarnation got to watch him in Doctor Who on Saturday nights back in the day. Of course, today, you can stream those same episodes, mega-restored in ultra-high-def whatever, but honestly, I'd rather be watching at my Nan's house... sitting impatiently through the Grandstand teleprinter and Basil Brush's interminable jokes as I waited to accompany the greatest Time Lord of them all on another thrilling adventure. Oh, and those delicious cliff-hangers endings... You knew it was coming, but when the theme-tune would come crashing in I'd feel it - physically - like I was being hit in the chest by a great tidal wave. I'd surf that wave through the weekend, only to be left washed up at school on a Monday morning and desperate for Saturday to come round again (and, boy, didn't the days just seem to crawl back then - I wish they did now). Tom Baker's Doctor Who wasn't just a television programme, it was the wallpaper that covered the bedroom of my existence... or something... no, forget that, I'm getting a bit carried away now, sorry. However, it really was something truly special, and if you didn't get to experience Doctor Who at its peak then I feel sorry for you. Happy Birthday, Mr Baker. Thanks for the memories.
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