Classic Who reviews

Temporal paradoxes, vintage wines and the coolest tricycle chase ever!

The Master summons homicidal Morris Dancers, a Daemon and a gargoyle with a spring in his step to grant him godlike powers, and obviously everything goes wrong.

It’s Space Pocahontas, but with lubed-up wrists, tear-away paper calendars and mud wrestling!

Golden-haired, miracle-bearing cherubs descend from the heavens and no one suspects that they might have a hidden agenda.

Psychiatric treatment of criminals using an alien in a bucket? It’s got to be The Master!

Killer daffodils, a carnivorous armchair and the debut of The Master.

Disco Werewolves, Venusian Karate and yet another Drill-to-The-Centre-of-the-Earth spiel.

More astronaut-cosplaying aliens, palpably inappropriate music, and foreign conspirators from foreign countries

U.N.I.T. can’t decide whether to battle Global Warming, a flesh-eating virus, nuclear holocaust, dinosaurs or planet-usurping man-geckos.

We get space quaffles, the mannequin challenge and some good old-fashioned tentacle porn in Pertwee’s first go as The Third Doctor