Doctor Who & the Daleks, Morecambe & Wise, Abbott & Costello,
together. Don't ask me why - they just do. Never was that more true than
in the good Doctor's case, as - if it hadn't been for the sensation created
by the metal-cased mutants - Doctor Who's popularity probably
wouldn't have survived for anywhere near as long as it has.
And I was there when it all started. I sometimes think that the '60s
The Daleks were everywhere; on mugs, badges, games, jigsaws,
christened 'Dalek Christmas', so popular was the Louis Marx 'Tricky
which the mutated Kaleds' appellation and image could be cast.
The Doctor, along with his two grandchildren John and Gillian,
eventually the Time Lord and his first periodical were reunited (when TV
Action fell victim to declining sales) and remained firm friends until Dez
Skinn lured the Guardian from Gallifrey over to Marvel U.K.
with the promise of his very own weekly publication.
I had occasionally read the Doctor's adventures in TV Comic
And, as I said, I was one of them. I still remember making my way
reconnection to my childhood. By some odd quirk of fate, my name was
and plucked a page from my past - a page that I particularly recalled
reading on one of my trips to school nearly 27 years before. For a
moment I was a kid again, wishing my life away until the next ex-
citing chapter in the mysterious, white-haired stranger's
Saturday evening adventures on BBC TV.
And that brings me to the Doctor himself. Doctor Who? Yes,
Anyway, as the 50th anniversary of the Doctor's '60s debut on