Note: I had elaborate plans for a grandiose blog post about all the things and people I miss from childhood, but it’s 11:46 and I’m way past too tired for anything requiring that much brain power.

I’m thinking that will come in the next few days, when I’ve had more sleep.

Instead, I’ll discuss my continuing Classic Doctor Who quest.

I’m on to the next doctor, Patrick Troughton. He’s decidedly different from William Hartnell. He’s much less stern and haughty, more warm-hearted yet at the same time more mysterious.

I can see how maybe Matt Smith’s 11th doctor was inspired by this particular doctor. There are many similarities.

I even get a kick out of the monsters. Of course, they’re all men in rubber suits or extremely fluffy versions of abominable snowmen. The BBC back in the day wasn’t known for big budgets or elaborate production value.

Still, the stories are good, and the acting is good. You just have to use your imagination to fill in the rest.

It’s a shame that so many episodes are missing from this particular period. I’m holding out hope that they’ll be found soon.