Saturday

When I woke up this morning I still had terrible aches all over, and so I didn't go out at all today. It's still quite painful.

Instead I stayed in and watched an all day Doctor Who marathon on TV. They showed the first pilot episode from 1963 in which the Doctor (then played by William Hartnell) was a much more sinister and ambiguous character than later on. It was an interesting episode, even if it featured several actors forgetting lines, wobbling sets and the camera bumping into props.
Then there was a story from 1989 called "The Curse of Fenric" in which the Doctor (Sylvester McCoy) arrives in England in 1942 at a top-secret military base where a scientist is working on a computer to crack enemy codes, the local waters are haunted by an old Viking curse, and the Doctor encounters a powerful enemy from his past.
After that was a tenth anniversary story, "The Three Doctors" from 1973 in which the Doctor (Jon Pertwee) finds himself being chased by various aliens, apparently from another universe, while the Time Lords discover something is draining their power, so they decide to send in the Doctors previous incarnations (William Hartnell and Patrick Troughton) to help him solve the mystery.
Finally there was a story called "The Deadly Assasin" from 1976, in which the Doctor (Tom Baker) returns to his home planet of Gallifrey only to find himself framed for the assasination of the President of the Time Lords.
It was really fun to see the stories. I remember watching "The Curse of Fenric" when it was first broadcast, I was about ten years old at the time and I thought it was pretty scary. I'd never seen "The Three Doctors" or "The Deadly Assasin" before.

I'd had real trouble all day and all last night trying to top up my mobile phone credit, but I finally managed to do it, so that's one good thing.