Seeing this, while looking for miniature Christmas tree ornaments for my mother, made me chuckle. Tom Baker, the 4th Dr Who, used to live in my village, and often drank in the pub with us. His booming voice could be heard as soon as you entered. “Debby, have a drink!” assailed my ears one night, when I needed a beer to sooth my parched throat after a long fire shout with the Lenham Fire Brigade. He was always very generous. And all my friends wanted a scarf the same as his.