The concentrated magnificence of Ten/Simm is like the (fic/plotbunny/headcanon) gift that keeps on giving, though.
And Three/Delgado is a funny thing--whenever they're interacting, or whenever Roger Delgado is on screen really, it's pure gold, but otherwise it's just one of those eras of Who I have an irrational hate-on for. Not Pertwee's fault really--I have similar problems with Robot, the one Barry-Letts-produced Tom Baker serial. The filming is so flat and the pacing is dreadful; I watched all of The Daleks
in one go and loved it, so my classic-Who attention span is pretty good, but it can't handle Pertwee serials. So I basically just watch for the Three/Delgado excellence the way most people watch the TV movie solely for Paul McGann.
exception I've found to the interminable pacing of Pertwee serials is The Time Monster
, which is just wall-to-wall glorious crack that I'm surprised they got away with. I mean:
[Dieu] entend ta voix, ô fille des hommes! aussi bien que celle des constellations; car rien n'est petit pour celui devant lequel rien n'est grand.
- George Sand, Les sept cordes de la lyre