I've been wondering whether I'm going to be able to watch the reruns--in theory I'd like to, since Doctor Who is so iconic, but on the other hand, the show traumatised me in childhood. The Daleks and those little Wheelie Bins of Death that trundled up behind people, who would then just fall in and get eaten gave me such horrible nightmares that my mother banned me from watching it. I believe I'm over the extreme wuss phase, but since just hearing theme music is still enough to freak me out...

Edited to add:

The thing is, Leigh, the people who are voting are presumably the same people who are going to be buying the records at the end of all this, so if it's a cute bland boy they want as their pop star, why not?

Well, sure, if you want to be all rational about it...

Hearing the theme music is enough to freak me out too. IN A GOOD WAY!!! I can't wait.

Although the correct scheduling would obviously be to have The Goodies at 6.00 and Dr Who at 6.30.

The Goodies at 6.00

God, I know I must have watched this because the name is so familiar, yet I can't remember a single thing about it.

Well, you would have been about 2 at the time I imagine Leigh, so you're forgiven.

Goodieeees! Goodie goodie yum-yum.

t /childhood flashback (thank you for that one, Angus)

The show itself never scared me - except for the theme music, which I found absolutely terrifying. No idea why.

Breeding Rolf Harrises, Cilla Black, Ecky Thump, It might as well be string, Kitten Kong, Cunning Stunts,

goodie, goodie, yum, yum.

I'm flashbacking too Fiona.

They really, really need to re-show the Goodies over here. I missed them, and I'd love to have a chance to catch up.

The problem with a lot of these shows is that you tend to remember them with lashings of nostalgia, and edit out all the bad and/or boring bits in your mind. I've had quite a few letdowns rewatching programmes which I adored as a child, but which revealed themselves as nothing particularly special in the harsh light of discerning adulthood. Which is a roundabout way of saying: don't expect too much, Am-Chau.

(Most recent example: Thunderbirds, which was my favourite show for a while. I tried to watch an episode the other week and just couldn't. Worst. American. Accents. Ever. Still looking forward to the movie, though).

Which is a roundabout way of saying: don't expect too much, Am-Chau.

Heh. Thanks for the warning. It would still be nice to have the chance to be disappointed, though.