One has to hope that some of these men we obsess with doesn’t have relatives (children…grandchildren?) who come on tumblr and stumble upon the fangirls.
I know for a fact that at least three of the Troughton clan have paid a visit to my fan page in the past, and can scarcely have failed to see the numerous saucy comments about Pat because they are numerous indeed.
Guilty as charged :-D. Even in death, women cannot resist the allure of Pat.
My Facebook friend SaintAndrew Weaver to me.
When I was thirteen, I firmly believed my teacher was the Doctor.
Mr Harris taught chemistry and physics at a girls’ comprehensive in the suburbs of London. He was somewhere in his mid forties, with twinkly blue eyes and a neat ginger goatee beard that he waxed to a point. He habitually wore…
A beautiful story.
I think I have something in my eye…ah, it’s my own tears. Yes. :)
"I shouldn’t be aroused by Patrick Troughton teaching children algebra."—what I’m thinking while watching Dr. Finlay’s Casebook episode “Test of Intelligence”. Especially cause I despise mathematics of all persuasions.
it’s about that time of the year again, which means i need to follow more blogs posting doctor who! if you
- don’t spend all your time talking shit on the moffat era
- post classic who, big finish, and/or the expanded universe !!!!
- don’t post an excessive amount of the rtd era
like or reblog this post and i’ll check out your blog!!
If excessive Troughton love is something you can handle, by all means come in, sit down, have a cuppa and enjoy! :)
2am is not the best time for an attack of the blues. I don’t think there’s a good time, but this definitely isn’t one. So I’m off to watch The Highlanders, which never fails to make me cackle.
"I’ve never seen a silent lawyer before…"
*HUGS* to you for your blues, know what that’s like exactly.
Have a telesnap of the Doctor in drag pulling a gun on Perkins. :-D
*prays* Please Saint Philip Morris, deliver all four episodes of The Highlanders unto your devoted followers. Amen.
You leave without meeting Pat, tho?
Oh, I met Pat too. But I’m not going to blog about what I did with him.
Blog about it? I’ll be writing an Avon romance novel about it! A Sexy Englishman in My Boudoir. And a very corny, cliched book cover (because it’s required ;)) . Look for it in the books n’ mags section of your local supermarket.