Flash forward to 1976 - hot summer, primary school and everyone was talking about this fellow with the big eyes, curly hair and big scarf who was Doctor Who. Not familiar with the concept of Regeneration, I thought that doesn't sound like the Doctor.
Anyway, I put it to the back of my mind for a while until in September that year I accidentally stumbled upon a serial where this fellow who called himself the Doctor was stuck in a nightmare world created by a walking skeleton called the Master - intrigued I continued to watch this serial until the Doctor got his foot trapped in some railway points.....
And the rest is history - from that point onwards I was hooked - read all the Target Books (we didn't have Video in those days) and immersed myself in all things Who that I could get (and continue to do so, much to the horror of my family!), but that Image has stuck with me for the last 34 years - and it hasn't turned me into a raving lunatic as Mary Whitehouse would have had you believe!
Oh - and I got over my fear of Spiders too!