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
The Second Doctor and his companions Interrail through some of humanity’s greatest conflicts in Patrick Troughton’s final serial.
The Doctor is aided by a space yokel from the Wild West while a pirate in a medieval spacesuit and a lady in a metal wig try to trap him
Another alien invasion, killer foam, moon base, homing beacon, elderly professor, space museum and aristocrat representing the UN. Basically, it’s great.
A society comprising myriad chaps with matching axes and one single woman faces off against homicidal moka pots who secretly attempt to mate with their brain waves