Despite only being halfway through my current viewing of Season Eighteen, I am already thinking to what lies ahead (no pun intended in this context)...
I always look forward to upwardly reappraising Season Nineteen whenever it comes around, yet it consistantly manages to fall short of true greatness.
Why? Well, it doesn't help that my experience of it on original broadcast was fractured by the change of dates and timeslot. Only being able to see the first and third episodes of a four part story probably accounts for my appreciation of Part Twos and Fours in later life, but it was truly bloody annoying at the time. (And I also recall that the dynamic of a TARDIS full of teenagers was particularly irritating just when I was on the cusp of becoming an irritating teenager myself...)
Anyway more ruminations on Season Nineteen when we get there.
But for now, let's just raise our glasses once again to the Portreeve's Tupperware Hat, which enlivened a dull opening story no end.
Now, if you can imagine Stratford Johns, Lesbian Mary Morris, John Savident, Michael Cochrane, Beryl Reid and, erm... Anthony Ainley all in Tupperware Hats, then I don't think I'd have a problem with any story in Season Nineteen at all...
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