Dr Who?

Ramblings.

Watching the sun go down from the Resto restaurant on Sanur Beach. I suppose that having recently celebrated a birthday that puts me into my seventieth year on this planet, it is inevitable that I will reminisce.

A former colleague likes to post on Facebook about his love of Doctor Who, the epic sci-fi series from the BBC. I have vague memories of the first series with William Hartnell back in November 1963, the day after JFK was assassinated. If I remember rightly, the first series there was something to do with Cave men and apparently I hid behind the sofa because I was scared… Anyway it became a firm family favourite viewing for Saturday evening.

That was in the days when a typical Saturday was playing/watching football for the school or swimming in the morning, then Everton live or listening on the radio, then Dr. Who early evening. It was followed by some variety show like Morecambe and Wise or The Two Ronnies, or something like that. The evening would finish with Match of the Day (with hot pasties), and if lucky we were allowed to stay up to watch The Midnight Movie; and then TV shut down.

The point here is that we got to call Dr. Who Na Noo Na Nan as that was how the title music sounded to us! Mum would actually shout to us if we were in the garden or playing in the street ‘Na Noo Na Nan is starting!’

Halcyon days? – people still wore callipers from Polio, had smallpox scars, and seatbelts did not exist as standard.