they were by the TARDIS-load. Quite a few of them I’d met at the US conventions. Poor Peter Moffat, the director, really had his work cut out keeping us in check.
‘Would you please stop talking!’ he shouted more than once. ‘I’m trying to rehearse a scene.’
It was a waste of time. As soon as they had a bunch of us in a room the gossip would start and before we knew it, lunchtime was just around the corner.
Meeting old friends was one thing, but I also made new ones. I’d never met Pat Troughton, the Second Doctor, before and what a wonder he was. I think it’s fair to say we were a bit wary of each other at first, I don’t know why. We would eye each other up a lot and I thought,
Pat wasn’t the only one with friends. Every Doctor seemed to have his clique off-screen; some companions had their own groups as well – it’s inevitable when you have so many people milling around at the same time. It was just as complicated onscreen. Everyone was paired off and at some point we all had our own villains to face. I think a few details got overlooked in the confusion so, for example, when Janet Fielding as the Fifth Doctor’s companion, Tegan, enters with Peter Davison and I walk on with Jon, the men start combining forces and we’re just left standing like lemons. I thought,
We had some fun on 17 November – a year after I’d recorded
Location filming took place in Wales and it was bloody cold, as you can imagine in November. There was a team of people armed with hairdryers whose job it was to hide behind rocks, then rush out and give your body a resuscitating blow-dry between takes! So when the photographer requested a few snaps of Carole Ann and me, we persuaded him to come back to the warmth of the hotel. ‘OK,’ he agreed, ‘but I haven’t got long.’ No sooner had we stepped inside than our faces went off the pink scale. Sweating and high-coloured is an absolutely hideous look, but the photographer snapped away regardless.
‘These pictures had better not see the light of day,’ I said.
‘No one would be stupid enough to use them,’ Carole Ann agreed.
And so we promptly forgot all about them.
* * *
Being reunited with Jon was a total buzz. He himself, though, couldn’t find it in him to enjoy
‘Oh, he’s too grand for the likes of us,’ he sneered. ‘
Delighted as I was to see Jon, there was only so much of this talk I could take. Some of his bitchy remarks when we were posing with the Tom mannequin had been amusing but the joke quickly wore thin. In the end I said, ‘Look, if you can’t say anything nice, I’m off.’
The look on Jon’s face! He’d forgotten how much I loved Tom.
A lot of Jon’s venom should have been directed at the BBC. They were the ones, he felt, who had tricked him into leaving by their intransigence. More crucially, they had never hired him since – he was very sad about that. He had a proud Dickensian face. They could have used him for all sorts of things but he never got another sniff until
We had some fun together, of course. Jon got to trot out his catchphrase ‘reverse the polarity of the neutron flow’ once again, while Bessie was drafted back in to add an additional blast from the past. Annoyingly, once they’d brought her out of mothballs they needed to use her, so we had this ridiculous scene where I fall down a cliff and Jon has to winch me out using the car. All fine – except when you look at the cliff, it’s about three foot deep and not steep enough to keep a toddler at bay.
Deciding where to tie the rope seemed to take an age, and all the while I was lying on this cold, damp patch of grass. In the end I called out, ‘Shall we not bother?’
Shortly after that I heard Peter Moffat say, ‘Why don’t we just tie it around her neck?’
Jon and I just looked at each other. ‘Christ,’ he said, ‘I could strangle you.’
I was so cold I almost said yes!
Recapturing our old onscreen relationship came pretty naturally, I think. There’s a point in the show where I roll my eyes exasperatedly at Jon. That sort of thing isn’t in the script but it’s what I would have done – and did – back in
Jon desperately wanted to make his mark on the show and despite his comments, I’m sure he had a lot more fun with Tom not being there. He revelled in being the Doctor again and you’d have to have a heart of stone not to be thrilled for him.
And I wasn’t the only one pleased to see some of Jon’s old pomp return. We all descended on a restaurant in Wales one night and for some reason naturally paired off in our Doctor and companion couples around the room. Jon and I both ordered trout with almonds – we always did share food tastes. Usually with that dish you got a few nuts sprinkled around the plate. When our meals arrived it looked as if they’d served the almonds with a dumper