A few years ago TVNZ broadcast the Dr Who episodes right from the beginning and so I watched again a lot of episodes that I hadn't seen since I was a small child way, way back in the mists of time...
I was astonished to find that I remembered them almost scene for scene. Obviously they had made a HUGE impression on the mind of the small child that I was back then.
And I sat there, in my maturity (alright -- old age!) utterly gobsmacked, watching the Zarbi creep and crawl and I *recognised* them, I remembered the whole story, I knew just what was going to happen (and it did). I loved it to bits all over again.
Everybody has the Dr Who of their childhood, and all the rest are at best a pale imitation. Mine, of course, is William Hartnell; nobody ever measured up to him, nobody else ever could.
I can't describe the thrill of seeing those first ever episodes when they were originally broadcast (in gloomyscope and flickervision) on to that old and tiny television screen in the corner of the lounge.
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Date: 2009-11-12 06:51 am (UTC)A few years ago TVNZ broadcast the Dr Who episodes right from the beginning and so I watched again a lot of episodes that I hadn't seen since I was a small child way, way back in the mists of time...
I was astonished to find that I remembered them almost scene for scene. Obviously they had made a HUGE impression on the mind of the small child that I was back then.
And I sat there, in my maturity (alright -- old age!) utterly gobsmacked, watching the Zarbi creep and crawl and I *recognised* them, I remembered the whole story, I knew just what was going to happen (and it did). I loved it to bits all over again.
Everybody has the Dr Who of their childhood, and all the rest are at best a pale imitation. Mine, of course, is William Hartnell; nobody ever measured up to him, nobody else ever could.
I can't describe the thrill of seeing those first ever episodes when they were originally broadcast (in gloomyscope and flickervision) on to that old and tiny television screen in the corner of the lounge.
Go Zarbi!