It turns out that the 60s was a pretty dull era. I've obviously been spoilt by the modern technology of the current age, because after watching the very first episode of Doctor Who (100,000 BC), I came away feeling like I'd lost an hour and a half of my life. Maybe kids loved it because they could put off bathtime for half an hour longer, I really don't know. But it was shockingly bad. And not in a nostalgic "Ahh, so bad it's good" sense either. William Hartnell certainly captured the quirky essence of the Doctor, but that is about as much praise as I'm going to bestow.
Next stop on the Who tour - The Daleks. 161 minutes over 7 episodes. I'm not sure I'll be able to last the distance. At least the theme tune rocks.