Andy
LightNews LightNews
andynotjames.bsky.social
Andy
@andynotjames.bsky.social
93 followers 700 following 0 posts
Posts Replies Media Videos
Reposted by Andy
eddierobson.bsky.social
On Tom Baker's birthday it's traditional to share this 1978 profile of him by his drinking chum Jeffrey Barnard
Jeffrey Bernard talks to 'Dr Who' - Tom Baker, aged 44. Photograph by Kenneth Griffiths A LIFE IN THE DAY OF TOM BAKER You could say that yesterday was fairly typical of a day in my life when we're not recording Dr Who. I woke up at 5.15a.m. in a brown cork-lined room in Soho and then got into bed. But where am I? I dreamt about a tall, thin woman, but who is she? I suffer recurring images of tall skinny ladies. They look so good and really release all those fantasies. I woke up again and it was 6.10a.m. I got up and began the daily process of drag- ging my feet to their final destination at night. I was hit by terrible waves of anxiety. The feeling of loneliness that smacks of self-pity. I drank a glass of water and felt for a tooth brush wondering where on earth was. If I'd had a radio I would have put it on but it's too early, of course, for Radio 3. The anxiety persisted and I thought suicide is the answer. I got out of bed and looked at some electrical flex. The ceiling was too low. How could I have hanged myself in a room only 5ft. 10in. high? I gave up the idea, found a radio and switched it on. I heard some news and my anxieties instantly increased. Then I took a sly bath and checked my pockets. I found £114 and a pair of clean underpants and began to walk confidently. I did so towards a bath. All you really need for confidence is always to have a tooth brush and a hundred or two in your pocket. Oh, and a cheque book. I'm very check conscious. I usually dress in check trousers containing a cheque book. That and a velvet jacket and a raincoat. Usually when I wake in a strange house I like to get out before they wake up without leaving a single clue that I've been there. I went out and bought The Times and read the obituaries. There was no pleasure in them for me. Then I went to Valerie's in Old Compton Street for some coffee and tried to do the crossword puzzle.
January 20, 2025 at 10:47 AM