Post by Xofer on Mar 13, 2015 13:31:37 GMT
This is the story of when Mr. Jon Pertwee came to my town.
In late 1986 the Doctor Who USA Tour brought Pertwee to Marshall University.
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My sister and I were college students at the time and volunteered to help with the setting up, breaking down, and all things in-between.
My sister is much prettier than I am, so she was sat at the autograph table beside Mr. Pertwee to assist him. I'm not sure exactly what she was expected to do -- vend buns with her ham fists, I suppose. Because I was stuck running errands and ensuring that sticky-fingered fans weren't making the souvenirs all sticky, I didn't get to see much of what was going on at the Pert-Table though I did get to watch him use a black felt-tip marker to improve a Third Doctor portrait he'd been asked to sign.
But you don't care about that! You want to know what happened when Mr. Pertwee became adventurous at lunchtime.
Apparently when he wondered aloud where someone might go to get a meal that didn't cost the Earth, my sister recommended a little place right across campus from where the trailer had parked. Mr. Pertwee, a trusting soul, took her advice.
The restaurant (and that's being charitable) specialized in Mexican food, but it also served buffalo wings which is what Mr. Pertwee ordered. He admitted later that, when the server asked if he wanted them extra hot, he said yes... mistakenly thinking that the alternative would be a basket of room-temperature wings.
He got extra hot wings, all right, and innocently proceeded to fill his inner space. To hear him tell the story on-stage later that afternoon during a Q and A session, this was when the fires of Hell erupted from his mouth.
And that, my friends, is how my sister attempted to kill the Third Doctor.
In late 1986 the Doctor Who USA Tour brought Pertwee to Marshall University.
gallifreybase.com/w/index.php/Doctor_Who_USA_Tour
My sister and I were college students at the time and volunteered to help with the setting up, breaking down, and all things in-between.
My sister is much prettier than I am, so she was sat at the autograph table beside Mr. Pertwee to assist him. I'm not sure exactly what she was expected to do -- vend buns with her ham fists, I suppose. Because I was stuck running errands and ensuring that sticky-fingered fans weren't making the souvenirs all sticky, I didn't get to see much of what was going on at the Pert-Table though I did get to watch him use a black felt-tip marker to improve a Third Doctor portrait he'd been asked to sign.
But you don't care about that! You want to know what happened when Mr. Pertwee became adventurous at lunchtime.
Apparently when he wondered aloud where someone might go to get a meal that didn't cost the Earth, my sister recommended a little place right across campus from where the trailer had parked. Mr. Pertwee, a trusting soul, took her advice.
The restaurant (and that's being charitable) specialized in Mexican food, but it also served buffalo wings which is what Mr. Pertwee ordered. He admitted later that, when the server asked if he wanted them extra hot, he said yes... mistakenly thinking that the alternative would be a basket of room-temperature wings.
He got extra hot wings, all right, and innocently proceeded to fill his inner space. To hear him tell the story on-stage later that afternoon during a Q and A session, this was when the fires of Hell erupted from his mouth.
And that, my friends, is how my sister attempted to kill the Third Doctor.