by Tom Baker on August 5th, 2010, 3:41 pm
Dear Marcello,
I'm so sorry to hear of your agony. I too used to be smitten with paralysing attacks of shyness but only in the presence of ugly women. And when I was in the presence of beautiful women THEY were paralysed with shyness. This agony, and I choose the word carefully, also extended to my relationship with God Herself. Dreadful, eh? And so when I used to chat to her, I prefer the word chat to the word pray, you may not believe this, but She became shy too. This led to a complete rupture in our relationship from which I have still not entirely recovered. Anyway, sad to report, I spotted Her only the other day just north of Oxford street and my, how my old heart went boom! I raised a sad hand to wave but She crossed the street and, flicking Her highlights she turned briskly into Rathbone Place and disappeared. I don't want to complain because I worship my wife and she is always glad to see me and whatever I pray for she grants me.
The Devil on the other hand has always been very fair to me but I won't lay that tale on your patience. I once knew a man who was so shy that when he was at a party he would stand behind the door with his face to the wall which meant that every time a guest arrived and the door was thrown open he received a thudding blow to the back of his head. He never married.
Good luck from Tom.
A HUGE THANK YOU to you for returning as the ULTIMATE DOCTOR WHO!