Literally my first impression of Patrick Troughton as the Doctor was he seemed stern. I thought this long before I saw him play the Doctor or even knew his real name. It was just my immediate reaction to the images/pictures the BBC usually chooses when they show all the Doctors. Maybe it was the dark hair? Maybe it was the piercing stare? I don’t know. But once I began my journey through Classic Doctor Who I knew I’d see if there was any truth to my uninformed first impression (my bet was there wasn’t). And my journey’s progressing! This is the second installment in my series of feelings/impressions upon meeting each Doctor! Patrick Troughton’s run as the Doctor would span three series, from 5 November 1966 to 21 June 1969.
It was only a matter of time. I love Doctor Who and the show means too much to me (not to mention how my crazy completist mind works XD) to not go back to the very beginning and watch its original 1963-89 run. The timing was motivated, in part, by continued pandemic life leading to much more time at home…but I was always heading here. At first I was hesitant to get another streaming service but I realized I’d be watching 695 episodes of classic Doctor Who. I’ve not watched 695 things on Netflix if you add up everything I’ve ever seen on it and I’ve had it for years. I’ve not watched 300 things on Netflix! Nor Hulu. Nor Disney+. Nor HBO Max. So 695 episodes of Doctor Who means I’m getting more for my money with BritBox than any service! To commemorate such an undertaking, I felt a series of impressionistic pieces as I met each Doctor was apropos. Naturally, I began at the beginning with William Hartnell, whose run as the Doctor went from 23 November 1963 to 29 October 1966.