CLASSIC Guardians of Gallifrey

From Pages 5-6 of the Guardians of Gallifrey Yearbook ’88:

IN THE BEGINNING (there was this really neat idea…)

A Personal Reflection by Diane M

To a new member, the Guardians of Gallifrey is an established organization. A fan club which is just, well…IS! But how did it become that way? There wasn’t always a Guardians of Gallifrey in the world. Well, many moons past, there were two Whovians, who later became three Whovians, who thought it would be a really neat idea to start a local Doctor Who fan club. Not too bad an idea, eh?

Let’s take a moment to look back on the events which lead to this “really neat idea.” I arrived in the United States from England in 1983, rudely yanked away from the weekly world of Doctor Who and the newly regenerated Peter Davison. I was mollified upon discovering that friend Cathi K, who lived down towards Walt Disney World at the time, could pick up WEDU/Channel 3 out of Tampa if the aerial was pointed must so and if there were no thunderstorms or aeroplanes between her house and the TV transmitter.

I became enthralled in the adventures of Tom Baker once more, while trying to explain a few of the basics to a bemused Cathi about the wonders of Doctor Who. (She soon caught on; must have had something to do with her reading about forty of the Target novelizations in three weeks!) Following the program one night, a Doctor Who Festival was announced for Tampa. We decided to go – our first convention adventure. The con was great (Jon Pertwee and Elizabeth Sladen), and from that moment on, the Doctor Who bug was firmly entrenched in the pair of us. It was at this time that the “really neat idea” was born.

Back in Orlando, a foray into a local SF store brought to our attention a young man named Greg C. A note on the bulletin board proclaimed that he was interested in forming a local Doctor Who group and listed a phone number. We called immediately – here was a person who shared our (so far unmotivated) vision. Greg, it turned out, had recently moved to Orlando from New York. The sign had been in the sore for several months. We were the first people to phone! After our initial contact, we spoke to each other often, but did not actually meet until another convention in Tampa (the UNIT Reunion). It was then that the nebulous fan club idea solidified into something tangible. We were going to do it! We were serious and meant business! We put our heads together and worked out a plan of action.

At the time, we were keen to become a chapter of the Doctor Who Fan Club of America, which required a minimum membership of 25 Whovians. Our scheme to find these Whovians locally was simple. We would post a more enticing sign on the bulletin board and wait to hear from prospective members. (Considering how well it worked the first time, we should have known better, right?) Several long months later, after names had trickled in at an agonizingly slow rate to the count of 15, we said, “to heck with it, let’s call the meeting now!” which we did. The first meeting of the Guardians of Gallifrey, then nameless, gathered at Greg’s house on June 14, 1986. Quite a lot of discussion went on that day, as we outlined our tentative plan for the club, and people offered their suggestions. (Although for the most part, they seemed content to sit back and listen to us talk.) Questionnaires were handed out; pizza consumed (now a GOG tradition); and a video watched. (I can’t for the life of me remember which one, now.) We agreed to go ahead and seek chapter membership with DWFCA. A meeting was scheduled for the following month, and surprisingly enough, a lot of the people came back, and some brought friends!

The first few meetings were simple gatherings, watching videos and holding discussions as we tried to gain our feet. The most important decision made during those first few months was that of our club name, needed for the club charter. But our membership swelled, and on August 15, 1986, we sent off our charter application. On the original membership roster were 27 Whovians. We received a letter from DWFCA on October 28, 1986. We were official! The Guardians of Gallifrey was now a charter chapter of the nationwide fan organization.

The Guardians of Gallifrey continued to grow, aided by two particular events which pushed the club to the forefront, consolidating our presence and increasing our membership in the process. One was our appearance on WMFE-TV/Channel 24, and it was our acquaintance with Channel 24 which led to the other, more major event: staffing the BBC Doctor Who Bus Tour with Jon Pertwee when it came through Orlando on February 21 & 22, 1987.

It is now 1989. A lot has happened since that handful of curious Whovians first gathered together. The future for the club has a distinct, rosy glow. The Guardians of Gallifrey has made its mark, and it will make more of an impression in the years to come. The Guardians of Gallifrey is here to stay!

From Page 17 of the Guardians of Gallifrey Yearbook ’88:


How to Make a Guest Feel Welcome

(Or: How to Do a Good Impression of Unadulterated Panic)

By Diane M

On February 21 & 22, 1987, the BBC Doctor Who Bus Tour came to the Mercado Centre, Orlando. The Guardians of Gallifrey was scheduled to staff the event, and members were eagerly awaiting the weekend and the opportunity to see Jon Pertwee. Preparations were proceeding smoothly. All was well. But let us now take a look behind the scenes at one of those little-known events.

How do you make a celebrity guest feel welcome? This was a question well put, which was answered by the inspiration of having a card and fruit and flowers delivered to Mr. Pertwee’s hotel room before he arrived.

And so that was the plan; to deliver some fruit and flowers to Mr. Pertwee and his wife as a welcoming gesture from the Guardians of Gallifrey. For the execution of this operation, the scene is set thus: At the time of the tour, Katherine O is vice-president of the club, and on Wednesday, February 18, she happens to be at my house chewing the cud. During the meeting earlier in the week with Brian Sloman (Lionheart), Dan Higgins (Channel 24), and the Mercado representatives, we had suggested sending a welcoming gift to Jon Pertwee, but as we have heard nothing concerning his whereabouts and knowing that he is arriving today, we assume that he is already in town and therefore reluctantly dismiss the scheme. Until

Later in the afternoon, Dan telephones to check that our group is ready for the weekend. As I have him on the phone, I inquire about Mr. Pertwee’s hotel, explaining that the club would like to send him a welcoming gift and that Brian Sloman or one of his assistants was to have let us know where he was staying, but as yet we have heard nothing. Mr. Higgins promises to find out and phone back. There followed a mad scramble. The adrenalin level jumped into high hear. Katherine rushed out to buy the goodies while I guarded the phone. My vigilance proved fruitless (no pun intended). Mr. Higgins never phoned.

Initiative then came into play. (We were too pumped up now to be thwarted.) At the briefing earlier in the week, the Mercado representatives had been very keen to book Mr. Pertwee in at the Radisson hotel just across the street from the Mercado Centre. Katherine therefore phoned the hotel to see if they had a reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Jon Pertwee. The desk clerk was more than willing to part with the information. Yes they had, but no they had not yet arrived.

Action stations! It was now a race against time for Mr. and Mrs. Pertwee could arrive at any moment. The card was written, the flowers arranged (and a drinking glass sacrificed for a vase) and the fruit placed in a basket with a couple of bright blue bows.

Then it was off to International Drive at Warp 10. Mr. Pertwee and his wife had still not arrived by the time we reached the hotel (and by this time the adrenalin level was on overload.) The gifts were handed over to the desk clerk who assured us that a bell boy would take them straight up to his room. We sighed a sigh of relief. Mission accomplished!

(Our uneasy premonition concerning Mr. Pertwee arriving at the same time did not come to pass. What would we have done? Pretended not to know him or said a brief “hello” as we stood there looking conspicuous with a vase of flowers and a bowl of fruit?)

As an epilogue to the incident, Mr. Pertwee loved his gift, publicly thanking the Guardians of Gallifrey in his talk on the afternoon of Saturday 21st.

Guardians Charles M and Debbie B with Jon Pertwee at the Bus Tour.

From Page 32 of the 1996 Ten-Year Retrospective Yearbook:

By Margo R.
Well, sort of: peer into the time scanner with me as we look back to the famous Bus tour of 1987, (my first Club function, by the way).
Dressed in blue culottes, vest and silk tie I arrived bright-eyed and bushy-tailed bearing two dozen chocolate chip cookies for the refreshment of the members which, as I recall, lasted all of twenty minutes. I spent the first day standing watch in the TARDIS and sitting behind a table in the dealer’s tent. My English accent, picked up from Julie Andrews in Mary Poppins, was going full blast and convincing enough to move one lady to ask how long the Bus Tour and I had been in the U.S. But my great moment came on the second day when TaDa! I was appointed assistant to Mr. Pertwee during his autograph session.
It was grueling duty, sitting next to the Third Doctor and passing him photographs to sign, but I suffered it gladly. My memories of that wonderful time are somewhat blurred after so many years, (actually I was pretty blurry at the time…) but I distinctly recall trotting hither and thither at the Doctor’s heels, just like Jo or Sarah Jane. On one of these journeys I asked a question that had been haunting me for some time: what was that glittering ornament hanging around his neck in some episodes?
Mr. Pertwee had an endearing habit of putting an arm around one as he talked, perhaps to prevent one’s slipping away before he was finished (as if one would!). He did so with me as he explained that the glittery thing was in fact a quizzing glass that had once belonged to Charles Dickens, and had been a present from Katy Manning.
That little tete-a-tete was the high point of my Bus Tour experience, but there were other moments. I arrived on the first day determined to pet K-9 and ride in Bessie. I achieved both objectives while packing up: patting K-9 when he was taken from his glass display case to be placed in his travelling crate, and piling into Bessie with several other Club members as we drove perhaps ten yards form her parking spot to the ramp into the truck.
Bessie had also been used to ferry Mr. Pertwee, glorious in checked cape and ruffled shirt, to and from his hotel during the tour. I have often wondered what effect the vision of a very tall Inverness-caped gentleman, white hair flying in the breeze, riding in a very small, yellow 1900s model roadster had on the other drivers…
On the first day there was rain and Mr. Pertwee had good-humoredly complained that if he wanted overcast he’d have stayed in Blighty. The next day was sunny; what the Doctor wants the Doctor gets!


[These are just a couple of the reviews that appeared in 1987 and 1988. Most of the other fanvideos can no longer be accessed, but I do have  several on VHS.]

From the December 1997 Gallifrey Guardian:

If you’re desperate for more video Who, check out your Gallifrey Guardian each month as I review fan videos and give info on how to order your own copy. This month’s review:

TIMERIFT by Jon Blum

Timerift is a 7th Doctor Story, so be warned—you will have to accustom yourself to seeing fan actors playing Sylvester McCoy and Sophie Aldred’s roles. On the upside, their acting is pretty good (especially Jon Blum’s ‘Sylvester’ accent), although Ace’s part would have been more convincing if they had only supplied the actress with a bomber jacket! The story is interesting, with a nice balance of dialogue and action. The acting by the major characters—especially the villains—is very good, but the minor roles are played rather woodenly. This is a full story, running about an hour and a half in episode format. The production values are high and the special effects are well done. Where this production really shines, though, is the dialogue. Jon Blum must have been living in the 7th Doctor’s head, because he has captured the spirit of Sylvester’s Doctor perfectly. It’s no wonder he is now writing professionally with Kate Orman. If you liked Curse of Fenric and Ghostlight, you’re going to enjoy this video; it echoes the ambivalent, sometimes even antagonistic relationship between the Doctor and Ace to a ‘T.’ When I came to the end of the video, I was left thinking ‘this is a story the BBC should have done.’

[At the end of the original review, I included information on where to write to get a copy on VHS, but now the story can be accessed here: Time Rift : Jonathan Blum : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive ]

From the January 1998 Gallifrey Guardian:

This month’s review is a Telesnap video. These are videos of stories which are missing one or more episodes, with the missing scenes replaced with photos.


By Kit Pedlar and Gerry Davis with Pat Dunlop. Directed by Derek Martinus. (Note: the Cybermen were invented by Kit, who was also the show’s uncredited technical advisor.)

The Tenth Planet runs about an hour and a half, including an introduction by Michael Craze (Ben), and contains four episodes. The first three are new transfers from PAL tape, while the last episode is a recreation using audio coupled with existing clips, telesnaps, and video from other episodes. Part Four includes the original regeneration scene. Because of the rather poor sound quality (occasional crackling and popping) and frequent blurry snowy landscape scenes this is not a video to watch in a noisy crowd, but if you have the opportunity to watch with no distractions, you will find this story very well done. Once you get past the unintentionally humorous accents (especially the Italian one), the suspense and the characters’ emotions carry you away.

The story involves an international scientific/military force stationed at the South Pole (hence the snowy landscape). Although the episodes were shot in 1966, the action takes place in 1986.

The writers were uncannily accurate in their description of the future in several ways. Today the South Pole is (thanks largely to environmental and social justice organizations) not the exclusive domain of any one country, but is frequently the temporary home of national or international scientific expeditions. There have now been joint ventures between several countries to reach outer space, unlike the ‘space race’ of the 60’s. Surgery which replaces or strengthens some organ of the body (pacemaker, plastic joints, etc.) are becoming more commonplace. And, as Ben remarks early in this story, computers are replacing people, requiring fewer humans to complete the same tasks as in the past. His statement rather eerily foreshadows the coming of the Cybermen, who have succeeded, in effect, in replacing the entire human body with a walking computer.

The group in the story is not only international, but multi-racial, with a black spaceship captain, a very forward-thinking concept for 1966. Surprisingly, neither the heard of the international organization nor the general in charge of the base are British. The American general is very well don (even the accent), in a gruff, take-no-prisoners, John Wayne style. His pain, fear, and anger when he learns his son is in danger are clearly portrayed, a combination of good acting and fine direction. Just as obvious is his stubborn refusal to see any solution other than extreme force, and his willingness to sacrifice any number of people in the name of winning this, the first interplanetary war. (Almost makes our beloved Brigadier look like a pacifist in comparison.)

When the Cybermen made their first appearance at the end of the episode, I imagined how an eight-year-old British child must have felt, hiding behind the couch, wondering how they could wait until the next week! Of course, then they had another excruciatingly exciting cliffhanger, with a bomb-laden rocket about to be fired.

This story was unusual in that the Doctor did not have to do anything to correct the situation, only to convince those around him to do nothing but wait. In fact, the Doctor spends at least one episode unconscious, leaving Ben and Polly to save the day. This was unavoidable, as William Hartnell was by that time hampered by the multiple sclerosis which required him to give up his role as the Doctor.

Quite a unique episode – first Cyberman story, first regeneration scene, and the Doctor has almost nothing to do! It was fascinating to see the first representation of the Cybermen, but I must say I’m glad they changed the voices (and you thought Daleks sounded annoying!). One Cyberman in particular seemed to be singing his lines. While the audio and video quality was noticeably poor at first, I was soon swept up in the story and totally unaware of any problems.

Until the fourth episode.

Be warned: you will have to pay close attention to follow the story once it goes to telesnaps and reused video footage. While in theory such a re-creation is a brilliant concept, actually watching video that doesn’t exactly match the audio is incredibly difficult. I recommend not looking at the actor’s faces when they are speaking, as it helps to understand the words if you are not watching their lips moving out of sync. That said, I strongly recommend this video as a piece of Doctor Who history, and a riveting adventure. In fact, my difficulty in following the last episode only made me determined to read the novelization!

[Ordering information was edited out for this one, as the original info is no longer valid. I couldn’t find a definitive source, but had a lot of choices after a Google search of “The Tenth Planet Telesnaps” led me to YouTube–including the animated version and some obviously fan-made reconstructions (one using what appeared to be GI Joe figures!).]

The Tenth Planet (4) – [Reconstruction] – Bing video

From the pages of the Guardians of Gallifrey Yearbook ’92:

It’s a WorldCon of Laughter, a WorldCon of Tears…
By Charles M.

On Friday, Sept. 4, the 50th anniversary WorldCon rolled into Orlando. Dubbed MagiCon, this circus of sci-fi took up the entire 1.2 million square-foot Orange County Convention Center. As I wandered the vast dealer displays and stopped by the dozens of topic/workshop rooms, I couldn’t help but notice that most of the participants looked as though they’d died and gone to heaven. It was hard to convince them otherwise: dozens of the biggest names in literary science fiction, artists by the handful, up and coming talent alongside living legends, all walking around and rubbing shoulders with the hoi polloi.

There’s no way I can describe the vastness of this con to you: I was only there for one day and could not even begin to tackle the dozens of workshops, lectures and presentations.

Well, 1992 certainly was the year that sex made it into mainstream sci-fi. Everywhere you turned, from the dealers’ room to the workshop listings, naked warrior women were everywhere. …all the artists seem to feel that the only real women are Frank Frazetta women. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, Frank may have been crushed to death from the weight of the flattery heaped upon him that weekend.

There was, of course, lots of other stuff being talked about as well. I was pleased to see a number of panels on the topic of actually getting your writing/illustrations published. The one that I sat in on, though, painted what I though was a much-too-rosy picture of the realistic possibilities.

The dealers’ room was the size of a professional football field (note: I am not exaggerating). Dozens of dealers from all over the country were there, and it was in here that more media-oriented SF fans such as myself found our nirvana.

For the Doctor Who fan, the pickings were a bit slim. None of the major recognized Who dealers like Friends of Doctor Who or John Fitton books were at this WorldCon, so the only finds were some novelizations (nothing recent), a fanzine or two here or there, and a couple of the hardbacks.

I guess I was a little nonplussed that Doctor Who was as poorly represented as it was; it is, after all, the longest-running SF series anywhere, and an important influence on other SF (not to mention that there was a ton of new merchandise just coming out then)…

Still, there was plenty to keep me interested. The Sci-Fi Channel (which had not yet gone on the air at the time) had a nice display [which you may have seen on the front page of the Orlando Sentinel and on our November newsletter] and were very nice in chatting with me about our favorite show.

Of course, the big event at WorldCon was the Nebula Awards, the annual presentation honoring the best of that year’s Science Fiction and Fantasy. Again, I was disappointed that none of the Doctor Who New Adventures were nominated; maybe next year.

Looming large over the proceedings was the recent death of literary giant Dr. Isaac Asimov. Perhaps this accounted for the generally calmer tone at this year’s WorldCon than I had encountered a number of years ago; fewer room party notices, fewer people in costume, no talent show.

…Overall, I’d say that WorldCon was probably a literary SF fan’s hog heaven, particularly if you were a budding writer or artist in the fantasy field yourself. I personally thought the admission fee was excessive ($30/day?!), but the con’s 5,000 participants clearly didn’t agree. Of course, since most of the attendees I encountered were from somewhere else, they looked at it as getting Orlando and Disney as well as a Con. From that viewpoint, MagiCon was probably a big success.

As for me, I think VISIONS is more my idea of a WorldCon…a Doctor Who WorldCon, that is. See you there.