Tom Baker is everything you’d expect him to be. Endearingly eccentric, infectiously enthusiastic and staggeringly honest, he’s funny, engaging and really quite mad. Meeting him is, appropriately enough, like traveling back in time. As a kid I loved his Dr Who, and today, sitting before him as a fortysomething man I feel equally charmed and disarmed by television’s largest larger-than-life hero.
I’m asking questions but I don’t think Baker can hear me. He’s on an oblivious roll, talking a mile a minute about life, death, fame, sport, art, literature, TV and the stage. Frankly, who would want it any other way?
Within a minute of our meeting he flashes a familiar mischievous glance, smiles broadly and exclaims, “When old ladies see me their bosoms tingle at the emotional memory of hugging their children in front of Dr Who.” And we’re off…