At 8 p.m. every Saturday night, the streets of Gallifrey would fall quiet as the populace gathered in front of their screens for another side-splitting episode of That Crazy Master!

I have fond memories of spitting up my corn as the Master would leap into all sorts of nutty antics, such as masquerading as a whipped cabin boy to get into the Rani's TARDIS or trying so many times to catch that pesky mouse.

Unfortunately, the network execs cancelled his show to make room for yet another fly-fishing program and the Master was forced into a life of crime. Let's not forget that the Master was only 104 when this blow came to be. One more child star gone bad!


More fond memories of yesteryear...

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Vee think GEOCITIES is keen.