OKAY BUT DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN the companion who stayed with the Doctor the longest was a piper’s son named Jamie McCrimmon from 18th century Scotland who couldn’t read or write and had no idea what a radio or a toaster or an elevator was, much less a time-and-space-ship? And who probably mentally catalogued Daleks and Cybermen as “metal beasties” and “the other metal beasties”, and made fun of the Doctor for never, ever landing the TARDIS even remotely where he intended, but still called him a clever wee chappie and would follow this rumpled-looking little Englishman to the ends of the earth without hesitation?
And then remember how the Time Lords ripped the Doctor’s companions away from him and wiped their memories, and Jamie woke up in the middle of the Battle of Culloden with a redcoat shooting at him, and the Doctor was exiled on Earth with a broken TARDIS so he could never find them again?
And then remember that one time on the Scottish moors when Ten used the name Doctor McCrimmon.
I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT JAMES ROBERT MCCRIMMON OKAY.
The cast of Doctor Who is timelessly perfect. This was a tweet from Frazer Hines (Jamie McCrimmon in Classic Who). He carries around a picture of Patrick Troughton (Second Doctor) in his travel wallet with his passport so whenever he travels, he travels with his Doctor. Things like this make me get a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.
Happy 95th Birthday to the one and only Patrick Troughton–a masterful actor who could take any role and make it his own, who ensured that, via a clever re-casting gimmick, a certain sci-fi program could last well beyond 50 years, and who was one of the most charming people to ever walk the Earth.