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Seriously, what was the point in going out with an older woman if she couldn’t remember ‘The Web of Fear’ – and even if she did remember it, thought the lead actor battling Yeti on the London Underground was Charlie Drake?

Eventually, Sue gave in and agreed to watch one of the all-time classic
Doctor Who
adventures with me, the gritty and intelligent ‘Genesis of the Daleks’.

Sue:
It’s really good, this. Proper scary. I can almost understand why you like this programme. Are all the Tom Baker stories as good as this one?

It would be another eighteen years before she found out. In the meantime, my new female housemates and I soon settled into a domestic routine which suited all of us. I kept watching, reading about and obsessing over every tiny detail of
Doctor Who
. And they left me to it.

Hiatus 2: This Time It’s Personal

I would like to reassure
Doctor Who
devotees that there are no plans to axe
Doctor Who
. There may be a little longer between this series and the next than usual, but I very much hope that it will continue to be as successful in the 90s as it has been for the last twenty-six years.

Peter Cregeen, BBC Head of Series, 1989

The BBC first tried to axe
Doctor Who
in 1985. Back then, the outcry from fans and the popular press – not to
mention
‘Doctor in Distress’, a terrible protest record featuring Bobby G from Bucks Fizz; ‘Listener in Distress’ would have been more accurate – forced the BBC to capitulate, and what had originally been intended as an irreversible
cancellation
was instead converted to an ‘eighteen-month hiatus’, which is where I first heard that deathly word.

So when, in 1989, the BBC decided to cancel the show again, they did it quietly. There was nothing to worry about, they told us.
Doctor Who
wasn’t dead, it was just resting. This was the line repeatedly trotted out by the perfidious Peter Cregeen, the BBC’s Head of Series, when he was asked about the show’s future. His words are etched on my
memory
like a Dear John letter from an ex-girlfriend.

In truth, this hiatus was intended to be an indefinite one, the sort of hiatus from which no Time Lord returns. There was no official cancellation announcement this time. There were
no protests, no petitions and, mercifully, no one contacted Bobby G. The tabloids weren’t interested in headlines about a TV show that was having some time off, and the viewing public didn’t seem to care that the only time they saw
Doctor Who
these days was via a clip on an episode of
Telly Addicts.

And so a great darkness fell upon the land.

Then in 1993 came the news we’d been waiting so
desperately
for:
Doctor Who
was coming back. There was going to be a one-off special called ‘The Dark Dimension’. It sounded fantastic. Apparently, all the surviving Doctors were going to be in it – even Tom Baker had agreed to show up this time – and they would unite against an army of classic monsters: Daleks, Cybermen, Autons, the lot. If everything went well and the ratings were good, I thought, the BBC would have no choice but to revive
Doctor Who
as a proper series. There was still a chance that Nicol would grow up with a Doctor to call her own.

But two months later, the BBC abruptly aborted the
project
, citing budgetary concerns. I was livid. In fact, I got so worked up about it I wrote a protest letter. I typed it out on Sue’s second-hand Olivetti and I sent it to a
semi-professional
fanzine called
DreamWatch Bulletin
(formerly
Doctor Who Bulletin
). By semi-professional I mean the
magazine
was printed on glossy paper and you could buy it in specialist shops like Forbidden Planet, but also that it was a not wholly professional enterprise.
DWB
was full of
inaccuracies
, insane theorising and wild, libellous rumour and in some ways can be said to have invented the concept of
Doctor Who
online forums several years before the rise of the internet.

Reading this letter now, I think I must have been going through Kübler-Ross’s five stages of grief.

It was nice while it lasted but it’s time to face up to the inevitable:
Doctor Who
is dead.

Clearly I skipped the first stage of grief – denial – fairly quickly.

The final nail in the coffin was unceremoniously hammered in on Friday 11 July by the faceless BBC Board of Management. They have acted like an evil, selfish parent who have
(
sic
)
taken away our present from under the tree on Christmas Eve.

Or a plug off a TV, eh me-in-1993? This is clearly anger, the second stage, expressed in grammatically uncertain terms. But I has learnt a lot since then.

How long can a fan-based network sustain itself with no new product to dissect and discuss?

Oh, about sixteen years, give or take.

What exactly is the point in petitioning the BBC? First we get
Eldorado
and now this debacle, what makes you think anything will change? It’s over. No amount of post mortems will change this sad fact, and no witch-hunts will result in a U-turn. It will merely create new false hopes to be stamped upon. I know when it’s time to get out of this vicious circle, and that time is now.

Hmm, the anger here is spinning out of control. Not only do I really have it in for
Eldorado
, I seem to be trapped in a
vicious circle of mixed metaphors from which no amount of post mortems will result in a U-turn.

Maybe it was Colin Baker’s revenge against a corporation that had betrayed and humiliated him and then had the audacity to ask him for his co-operation in such a project; maybe it was a cunning plan on behalf of Alan Yentob and the BBC to shut the fans up once and for all; maybe the script was crap; maybe, maybe, maybe

Welcome to the third stage: bargaining. If only, if only, if only …

This is all academic. I know when I am beaten.

Stage four: depression, leading to …

I know when it’s time to move on.

Finally, I have reached the acceptance stage. But
acceptance
came at a cost:

My attention has now turned to
Star Trek: The Next
Generation
, not because it is a better show but it does have one thing going for it – new episodes.

OK, that’s quite enough of that. I then go on and on about how wonderful
Star Trek: The Next Generation
is for several pages, but I can’t bring myself to reprint it here.

Sue looked over the letter before I posted it.

Sue:
You’re very passionate about this, aren’t you?

Me:
It drives me up the wall.
Doctor Who
makes more money in overseas sales and merchandising than it
costs to produce. The BBC’s decision not to make
Doctor Who
doesn’t make any financial sense!

Sue:
You should put that in your letter instead of all that
Star Trek
rubbish.

*

I can’t remember now if the
Children in Need
special ‘Dimensions in Time’ was always planned as a fundraiser for homeless children or whether it was intended to
placate
hopeless fans who had had their spirits crushed by the ‘Dark Dimension’ debacle – two equally worthy causes, in my view. However, when I learned that all the Doctors and his companions would be teaming up to face the cast of
EastEnders
in a time-warped Albert Square – in 3D, no less – my heart sank. I just hoped that the homeless kids would get something out of it, because the fans’ new false hopes were surely about to be stamped upon. Again.

In order to view ‘Dimensions in Time’ in 3D, you needed a special pair of 3D glasses; and in order to get hold of the 3D glasses, you had to buy a copy of the
Radio Times.
Of course, I stupidly decided to leave it to the day of the
broadcast
before trying to obtain a pair, by which time the special
Radio Times
had sold out and there were no glasses to be had anywhere – not at the newsagent’s, not at the supermarket and especially not at the opticians. (‘I don’t suppose you sell 3D glasses as well, do you …?’) With less than half an hour to go before the transmission – just as I was
considering
making my own specs out of a couple of Quality Street wrappers – Sue disappeared. She returned twenty minutes later with a pair of 3D glasses and no
Radio Times.

Sue:
I knocked on every door in the street until I found someone who would part with a pair. I had to give them two quid for the glasses and I’ve promised to donate at least another fiver to
Children in Need
. Here you go.

Me:
But what about you and Nicol? We need three pairs of glasses if we’re going to watch it together.

Sue:
Don’t push it, Neil.

Sue returned to the living room when it was all over.

Sue:
Why are you crying?

Me:
I’m fine. I just saw a sad film about some poor homeless kids. It really brings it home to you in 3D.

Suddenly there’s a flash and then Ace finds herself in the East End of London with the Sixth Doctor. There’s a lot for Sue to process and the penny only drops when …

Sue:
Gita! It’s Gita and Sanjay from
EastEnders
!

Me:
Finally, she gets it.

Another flash and the Sixth Doctor and Ace are replaced by the Third Doctor and …

Sue:
That’s Bonnie Langford. I need a drink when Bonnie is on screen.

Romana:
Have you seen the Doctor?

Phil Mitchell:
Doctor Legg is the only doctor round here, love.

Romana:
Doctor who?

Sue:
I bet Steven Moffat loves ‘Dimensions in Time’. It’s
timey-wimey
and it’s got his favourite joke in it.

Later on the Seventh Doctor is joined by …

Sue:
K9!

Me:
Yes, but which version?

Sue:
Oh, f**k off.

The Seventh Doctor:
I’m trying to overload the Rani’s computer, enhance the power of the time tunnel to pull her TARDIS in and not me.

Sue:
Does anybody actually understand this? Sober, I mean.

Me:
No.

Sue:
What a shambles. The BBC should have lost the rights to make
Doctor Who
when that went out. No wonder you were in such a foul mood that week. You must have found it really painful to watch. Oh well,
Doctor Who
came back in the end and everything worked out fine. And it could have been a lot worse. It could have been
Eldorado
.

‘Dimensions in Time’ was so mind-bendingly,
humiliatingly
dreadful the BBC didn’t dare broadcast the whole thing in one go. They were probably worried that
Children in Need
viewers would start withdrawing their pledges. The second part was transmitted the next day, in the middle of
Noel’s House Party
. Even Noel Edmonds – a man whose career was built on his seeming
unembarrassabilty

introduced
the segment and then turned his head away in shame. It was the final proof that the BBC didn’t just dislike
Doctor
Who
; they were actively seeking to destroy it.

As if by way of an apology, BBC One broadcast a hastily commissioned documentary on the night of
Doctor Who
’s thirtieth anniversary in November 1993 – ‘Thirty Years in 
the TARDIS’, which was actually surprisingly good. But with no new episodes in sight, it felt like I had been invited to attend a posthumous birthday party for a murdered relative by the very person who had killed them. The programme concluded with a tight-lipped Alan Yentob teasing a possible comeback for the Doctor. But I didn’t believe him. Thanks to the BBC,
Doctor Who
had become the thing that nobody liked any more.

Except for the fans. If the Doctor wasn’t going to return to television any time soon, he would have to survive in other media – comics, books, videos. This wasn’t anything new for
Doctor Who
. From the very beginning the
character
has appeared in spin-off comic strips –
TV Action, Countdown
etc. – and this tradition still continues in the official
Doctor Who Magazine
to this day. But the comic strips were just one strand. The most exciting development was the launch of a brand-new series of books called the New Adventures.

When Virgin’s publishing arm ran out of Target
novelisations
to reprint in 1990, and with no new novelisations on the horizon thanks to the programme being ‘rested’, the company decided to plug the gap with a series of
original
novels. These novels were called the New Adventures and they were, to all intents and purposes, the continuing exploits of the Seventh Doctor and Ace, no longer limited by budget or special effects. Described as being too broad and deep for the small screen, they certainly lived up to the claim, with many of them containing strong violence, swearing and even sex, the last of which, for many readers, demanded the biggest imaginative leap of all.

But these adventures weren’t constrained to the printed page. Industrious fans with access to increasingly
affordable
video technology managed to convince
Doctor Who
cast members to play subtly different versions of themselves for direct-to-VHS releases. So, Sixth Doctor Colin Baker took on the role of a pan-dimensional hero called the Stranger, while Nicola Bryant, best known for playing his
companion
Perpugilliam Brown, portrayed Miss, erm, Brown. The BBC’s lawyers were naturally suspicious, showing that when it came to protecting their intellectual property, perhaps the corporation did care about
Doctor Who
after all.
However
, the fans also knew that the BBC didn’t own the whole Whoniverse. They didn’t own the rights to the Daleks, for a start; Terry Nation’s agent was famous for driving a hard
bargain
whenever the programme wanted to use them. There were other cheaper monsters and characters not owned by the BBC, too. All of a sudden, if you wanted to make a sequel to ‘Terror of the Zygons’, say, and you could raise the funds, there was little to stop you except your own lack of competence and talent. And, as it turned out, this was easily overcome.

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