Nothing important, I just love the way Sam Leith has described the two Dr Whos that I remember:

For my generation, the Doctor was Tom Baker – who chewed jelly babies,
wore a scarf, carried a cricket ball in his pocket and looked like
Shirley Williams in a Brian May fright wig. He was camp, and his
enemies were scary. These allegiances are tribal, fierce. I mentioned
my preference for Baker yesterday to a slightly older friend, and he
scowled. "How could a supposedly educated man…?" His Doctor was Jon
Pertwee – who, like Baker, had the camp/scary balance perfectly. "The
clothes… those ruffled shirts. He was the best-dressed man in England.
Jimi Hendrix with a touch of the Queen Mother…"